Assay
for Becky
I am silver but you
You are gold.
Wrenched from the earth
I must be processed, transformed
Treated to become myself.
Found in your most elemental form
In fresh running mountain streams
You drop into evidence at the bottom
Of copper pans and
Shine like stars through
Clear water.
I will do as a precious metal
But you,
You shine.
You are the gold standard.
I am silver but you
You are gold.
–Dan Verner
Biscuit City 