Maya

Oh, love, stir the rising strip by strip 

Where Love has a breath of fresh want 

Sweet suspense of her spur 

Where she plays a number on me 

True as water, in tango with the rocks

I find a bed neatly spread 

with pure fresh oxygen 

Tender caresses of four 

Round the fur of perfect bubbles

Rich heavenly spark, her world marks

Sweetly, she is mine right from her make 

With fingers of her thoughts sprinting me

Legendary illumination of my dreams 

Her light is highlighting in me 

Nothing so beautiful as creations 

Pouring sweet nature of peace and flow 

In a place where space and sound are one 

Oh, love! 

Sweetly divine Maya you are.