Sensed

Footsteps are coming.

Down the stairs until it reaches the Oakwood floor;

She smiled and greet a wonderful morning

What a soothing voice for an Icelandic accent.

She sat on a table fresh and new

Rolled the pancake with blueberries and cream

She smiled again and laugh in cue

What a fresh start for a Monday blue.

 

She bid goodbye to the piano

Where under is a well stitched mat 

The bell outside rang as she went

To the place no one can pronounce.

 

Holding an old gas-lighted lamp

And feeling the chilly breeze from the ocean

The waves are splashing when it reaches the shore

Going inside the cave where there are spikes and more.

 

Peregrines and storks are what she sees

Beneath the darkness is a secret she learned

The sound from the drop of water was calming

But she didn’t know what would be coming.