When Do We Write Again

We cannot love words

When our thoughts

Gather flowers and 

Chase not the thorns that

Fall as we pull the beauty

From the green

We write again

When screams could

No longer articulate

The temper in our hearts

That starts from either

Throwing a coin on a

A peaceful pond;

The water ripples

Or when love simply leaves

Together with the storm

When the wind is too strong

For comfort and our eyes

Are forced to tear

I've forgotton where we left love

Is it on one of those many a flowers

Wearying as it lives its days on a box

That a rescuer might pick

While in search for bodies

Or is love left on one of those

Keys of the many doors

Now without a home