Rosh Ha Nikrah

Walking through caves,
Past ancient grottoes,
Where sea water
Ebbs and floods,
Outrunning the light,
Turning from deep blue
To black,
As it penetrates,
Echoing it's advance,
As it cuts ever deeper,
Tighter,
Sharper runs,
This is nature's place,
Not meant for people,
But pleased to amaze us,
Nevertheless,
Ancient steel rails
Testify that once,
This place saw
Serious work,
Now,
Look past the gate above,
Lebanon,
A stone's throw,
Barely,
But the soldiers won't let you
Throw stones,
Another kind of serious work
Might happen here,
But for now,
Just tourists,
The sand stone grotto
And the echo of the sea.