Gracefully

A lake walk, 
in the forest of limbs. 

Like the blind man said, 
I can hear the truth. 

It was more of a ritual 
to sit in intense moonlight 
when seagulls were stealing the sky… 

And you will belong― 
to the darkness, of unknowing― 
self. 

Knowing the inevitable end, 
that will come, uninvited.