Inception

Poetry and love
are born out of the blue
on a barren land
from summer ashes
smeared by first rains
like dandelion seeds,
struggling to find
a heart that's home.
Buried, burned, bellowed
by the sands of time,
drinking the anxieties
bubbling to burst out loud
in tranquil tunnels of dusk
spiralling along loops of stories
on endless solitary roads
through dark lights
on hushed white nights,
consumed with a fire,
inextinguishable, warm
against raging storms.
They explode together
staring at each other
on sleepless nights
drenching parallel universes
pulsating dormant frequencies
in layers of coloured loops
floating across molecules
of glowing supernova,
shattering musical shells
spreading as wildflowers
across multiple timelines,
they travel in a raging rush
to reach the doorstep
of a heart that's home,
collect the scattered remains
and gently witness the bloom
till the petal falls in the heart
of a knight that burns you,
loves you, consumes you,
dissolving two universes
from nights of longing
to the touch of acceptance.