I'm not sure about the title, it seems a bit too plain. Any suggestions for a better one would be great.
It seemed like a million years ago
the cave was formed,
Carved out of the hill by grating tides,
howling winds and crashing waves.
Eroded over time.
Tired, exhausted from the constant barrage.
It hid its entrance from the world.
Made its edges jagged,
its pathways steep and rough.
The shadows gradually merged to create darkness,
Impenetrable and compact.
One night the winds blew harder than ever before,
the waves grew and broke with the power of thunder.
They assaulted the cave until a tiny crack appeared,
high in the wall.
Suddenly the storm withdrew,
Silence reigned.
The cave, broken and exhausted, rested through the night,
the darkness enveloping it like a feather quilt.
Morning came and with it the sun.
Usually its rays fell feebly against the fortress of stone
but its defences were weakened.
A speck of light crept through the crack timidly,
delving deeper into the unknown.
As the sun rose a billion shafts of light squeezed through the rift,
illuminating the calcium streaked walls and glinting
on pebbles of hope and shells of dreams.
Unveiling beauty beneath the oily water.
As sunrise continued more was revealed,
the very rock seemed to soften,
the limestone murmured.
And now the crashing waves were gentle caresses,
lapping softly and hesitantly against rugged banks.
The howling winds were warm breaths on rough skin.
Silence remained, but so did light.
