I Was Asleep

Brimming with the sweet nectar of life were the vessels still seething? pouring into the cup of the flower? that had no shape yet? that was still unseen hidden in the small green knot? In the morning light a cluster of red petals shines in the middle of the flowerbed. Were the vessels still seething? through the length of my night's sleep? toward the goal of becoming petals? of being a flower in the garden of life?...