A Kiss from the Cave
This long, ancient history
Still shrouded in mystery
There is much we do not know
Of this other world below
Lingering here is the Natives' spirit
Haunted passages; some still fear it
The endless labyrinth winding
Through the darkness so blinding
Suffocating silence; there is no sound
In this cool dampness underground
The lonely cavern; the river now gone
Leaving behind this passage of stone
The darkness is all consuming
Unknowing ahead what is looming
But when the cave walls are touched by light
Appearing out of nowhere, eyes meet a grand sight
Water drips down over delicate forms
Minerals left behind on the walls they adorn
From the high ceiling hang pointy stalagmite
From the rough floor rise jagged stalactites
Over the years they may grow to unite
Creating a column of graceful height
This subterranean world will forever expand
With formations, textures, and colorful bands
Hanging drapery and crystallized minerals
Detailed waxy figures and the whole cave in general
Still hides inside its secrets deep
While water continues to trickle and seep
Over the very formations to the cavern it gave
A drip falls on my face, a kiss from the cave
The next post will be about the Lost River Cave (for real this time! I was just too lazy tonight.)
1 comment:
That was very pretty... It made me feel I was there also.
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