lost continents
they sailed along silver waves
in search of higher lands
the maps in their hands
aligned with ancient stars
that never shined so bright
under the bridge women rocked
stitching winter clothing
the children praying
for a higher power
to free them from their plight
as years turned into decades
mountains slowly emerged
caverns like beacons
calling forth their vessels
to dock within the light
september two thousand thirteen
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