Crashing on the couch under coloured lights,
They cycle through small rainbows,
These thoughts are terrible tornadoes,
Smashing up my mellow mind tonight.

The last gasp of summer on the way out,
Reminds me of escaping,
Of adrenaline elevating,
A hot pursuit that ends with more than shouts.

A vision of suspension within deep meditation,
Clears my mind of fears,
Retains what I hold dear,
Slip away into a slumber of memories melded to imagination.