The Spirits de Copan
I see them in the skies
And never are alone-
The Spirits and the Ghouls?
They are shadows in my world
These spirits hide in ancient stones
In ebbing shadows
They are no man's friend
The spirits de Copan (have)-:
These were the kings
In the Great Plaza
A spirit, let known
(In its trembling vacuum):
As I looked towards
The imposing palaces
And I walked away
Note: written while visiting the Copan Valley, and site, in Honduras, Written between 4-24/25-2005, #630.
Author Dennis Siluk, is traveling presently in Honduras, and just left the Copan Valley, and is in San Pedro de Sula, on his way back to Lima, Peru. He was much inspired by the Copan area. Rosa Peńaloza
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