inner cave

inside the cave dwellings, where bats are heard, tussling around in the darkness, down under inside the earth, where waterfalls calm the silence around, a place where beautiful crystals form, in the places where the earth leaks, colors from magenta to lavender are seen, fostering around the trail, ever changing the landscape, a place forever untouched, by the hand of man, a realm of the old, that came into my mind, as a place to hopelessly drift away, to find the renewal I need, in my life today, to continue my search, for something of meaning, as nothing now seems of hope, on the surface that my eyes may see