Rivers and Tides

Rivers and tides have left me here
forgetting my name
but there's too many of me left alone
to feel so ashamed
so I will drift here a while and
settle my score with the waves
should have been kind
should have been less cold
but now it's too late to turn back

something is sinking just below
the warning is real
it's under the surface like a splinter
you see but cant feel
and now with merciful hands
he offers his chalice to me
and if I would drink
would the moon repent
or bathe us in amber and green