Gifts

I can't find or take -
tides of emotion soar above a promiscuous eternal land
then sparks the rain that drowns on one end
and nourishes on the other

Who holds the ancient bar and chain?
I shall give her the name Symbol
Let us be prettier!
More fanciful, romantic, frabjous!
She can now be called Helen;
Honourable intentions indeed

I am meticulously hiding the fact that my finding is lost
and my taking was cast aside with outgrown clothes
Like a net thrown in shallow water, it is a glorious find,
aided by a person who needs to share a hand

To aid my weakness
You need to give me something
Something? Shall I challenge my own word?
Yes! Confidence rains and falls from the eagles
You need to give me Love

Slake my thirst
establish the archaic balance
Like Helen and Nanna gone before
I don't want you to find me
I want you to give me love