Anonymity

There is solace in this anonymity,

in the gentle hiss

of the summer breeze,

the rustling of leaves,

and the walk

through a dimly lit avenue.

As the darkness beyond beckons,

the spurts of sound

from speeding lights

on the distant highway,

move in and out

of my memory lanes.

And ones moves through this darkness,

through this silence,

oblivious of an earthly existence.

Nothing stops the soul,

its flight to freedom.

But the approaching lights

of an automobile,

makes me move to the side.