The Water's Deeper Here (Poem)

What a fool I would be
to lacquer my voice in quiet commerce,
Sell my dreams for pennies when they are worth more than the continent
on which I planted my feet at birth and never left,
Or stood tight-lipped as the sun set on the righteous and full of divinity.
I would rather rise with the moon
and live by its illumination as the pearly black night turns blanket
and warms me by the truer heat,
Deepest water gleaming below,
The speaker of my truest name, my truest friend.

-D.