Bridge over troubled water

People walk in and out
I drink the juice and then the tea
I see smiling faces in fotos
everything feels inadequate to me

The past haunts me by
Spurts of happy amidst a sea of sad
The music crashes over the shore
everything feels inadequate to me

I wonder at people working fast
I wonder at the sadness they hold within but say not a word
I wonder at pride and ego and weak
everything still feels inadequate to me

When someone leaves a mark so dark
I try so hard to erase, slow and deliberate
The mind has to let go as much as the heart
everything still feels inadequate to me

I see pastel crayons of red and orange bold
I see a song about a little red corvette
I imagine the twang of a guitar sounds
everything starts to feel a little less inadequate to me

I find comfort in the truth the triumphs
I seek solace in multi-hued meaning of art
I break it down, from wood into splinters
Everything feels a little less inadequate to me

I look at the smiles of my babies i know
trapped in joy and innocence
I read a verse about a trapped bird let free
the mirror shows me beauty and soul which knows no restraint
the first tune of a jazzy ensemble trembles by
I touch the beads, roll them in my hand
soft and warm and comforting
everything stops feeling inadequate to me

The tale of the rose.

A heart got caught
in the throes of young love
It blossomed and bloomed and blushed all the way
It fueled dreams like no other, it took her breath away

Young love turned deep and intense
Sprinkled profusely with soul
It stumbled but rose, as red as a rose
Passion bubbled over and didn't leave it astray

It simmered, it burned
steady for a long while
It embraced forever
Even across miles

Until the fire burned down to a spark
the same spark that made the bushfire roar
It burnt and spit and settled in a pit
the same spark whose heart it lit

The soul wept and died for the rose now dry
The garden is empty, devoid all beauty
Barren replaced it
never to return?

Now, it yearns for a flutter of a breeze
Which can revive the soul in her.
The soul on fire, the soul dancing with desire.

All because
A heart got caught
in the throes of young love.