To write, you dream

I slip into a seashore sleep,
My snoring waves erasing all
The lines I’d fingered in the sand.

I wake to melancholic notes
The bottle sings on empty tum,
Its paper cargo still so blank.

The snoring waves return, return.
The fingered words erase, erase.

A hermit crab ideas out
And dashes sideways leaving dots:
“To dream, you sleep,”
Its Morse Code reads.

“To write, you dream,”
My page begins.