gilding

paint me in gold leaf 

gilding my common earthenware being 

with a touch of special 

we all hope to be special 

when we see that from another 

someone who has covered us 

in a layer of metallic 

sees us shining brighter 

than our plain stoneware reality 

we gasp in appreciation 

grateful that someone has seen value in us 

astonished at an aura 

we never knew we had 

and when they go 

or their eyes no longer squint 

at the golden shimmer of us 

we only wish 

to again be painted 

in the gold leaf of yesteryear