my psyche is made of wild hurricanes,
    velocity, fervor, unstoppable chaos
my thoughts surge through my mind
    breaking into millions of nervous fractals
the rhythm of my life is set to a thousand
    screeching violins, all in crescendo
but I have found peace, at last
in the glittering sunlight streaming through
    my childhood windows, framed by half-       
    twinkling fairy lights
the gales-of the hurricanes are quelled by the
    summer thunderstorms and the downpours
    they bring, tasting of bliss and sweet forget
chaos is no match for a familiar world
    one made of acoustic guitars and balmy    
    evenings spent at the movie theater
the crescendo slows to piano, and I am home   
   at last