Before morning finished breaking across my window

Above the fluid
rise, a spear of sun
separated night
clouds and I knew that
I had been dreaming.

A dance so green could
not be real, not with
vivid instructions
from sly grasshoppers
to the moon and back.

I felt like asking
for more pages but
before the morning
finished its breaking
across my window,
I heard my own hum.

I clutched my tea as
sunrise shot through the
roof, and dreams faded
into that sweet realm
where one can’t be sure
where the song came from.