The rain won't stop nor would the silence
They rain together one falling other rising
A weaving goes on in the air the throbbing
This textile of you goes on invisibly inward
If you look inside this is the Temple of Maya
That resides in my La Casa Bianca welcome to
The Temple of Maya for here lit is the light of
Your eyes Ihana that've hardly featured in sight
For here Ljubljana the shape is your soul's alone
And everything signs pines and sings your name
In the air despairs may be but it is of living you
Hard tears the heart yet it finds you and your pulse
And rhythm in the air the light the right the left and
In the word the lease the lock the open and the close
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