a year full of life

petals spun from silk

your flowers made from petals
of such divinely spun silk,
and stems budded from golden soil
desecrated by the feet
of gods and goddesses,
who once roamed these very grounds
that your flowers blossomed over.
you were a work of art
memorialized by every eye
that glanced upon your flowered beauty,
and while everybody's eyes were busy
locked on you - even my own -
you were far too busy,
gazing into mine,
to notice.