Walk Alone Cloaked In Silence Poem by Asher Proschansky

I walk alone cloaked in silence
It is strange how you never know
That Dreams dreamt while you are sleeping
Can be the world in which you go

I dreamt a dream and it was fine
I planted it in the ground
I watered it and watched it take root
and let it know it was mine

You may pay me, give me doctors care
insure me against the fire and the rain
but you will never own me
nor the dreams in my brain

So I walk alone but seldom lonely
I dream dreams and they remain fine
I nurture them ever so discreetly
But always treat you kind! a