Lost Mayans

Lost Mayans Ancients who lived long go Living for the sun and waning moon Some hoped to be living by noon Children laughed in the maize fields As elders struggled for the grasshoppers wisdoms Life was simple Daily toils and simple strife Intermixed with love and social struggles Lost Mayans Sifting in my dreams The ancients have had many a princess As have I We both are buried deep within our dreams Longing for days when love kissed our salty lips Wine flowed like riverbanks at their brink Only when the waters ebbed did the sadness make the noon Now the Mayans are but stories in a book I often wonder Who am I? If not a line In someone else’s story Skeletons of love Inside a burnt out heart For I myself have nothing to tell Being lost long ago