Drifting Among Strangers There is silence in the crowd. The hubbub quelled And a stillness found. There is peace in the thousand eyes. And gentleness upon the lips That freeze frame smiles in passing. There is calm in the togetherness. Where heartbeats pulse and life flows A oneness in our presence. There is acceptance and belonging. Yet identity remains a secret, Forever unknown, but acknowledged, welcomed. There are no words, nothing. And the silence is an idyll As we drift among strangers. _________________________________ What bliss to drift among strangers. A desired anonymity, but your presence welcomed. An acceptance unchallenged.
