The cave

The dark eyed cave,

a wanton siren,

sings its calling song.

Imagination begins,

a journey into the tresses

of darknesses

where plaited strands

mix and twine,

and the clatter of bats

becomes percussion

in the soundtrack of dream.

Stealthy night falls

and the shadow of darkness

creeps without;

the world becomes the cave

painting with strangeness

the security of day.

The lure of light

begins its song.