Mellow Butter

When I used to close my eyes
I would see pins of light and colour
Shifting through a kaleidoscope of shadow
Thoughts like images. dismembered and dispersed

Lately disillusion
Started reforming the patterns in my mind
At first a startling change
Of course such things do happen
It seemed a trick

After a brooding, I saw them
The monsters
Constantly toggling shape and face
Obtuse or impish
Grinning a warning
Baring anxious teeth

My breath comes quick
The buzz beginning to snake up my spike
Tingling from fear’s invitation
And little voices from within my light

Peaceful words persuade the snarls to fade
Replaced by something softer
Like mellow butter
Spread easily, gently enveloping my nerves
While they take in the contrast

My concentration wills the monsters to relent
Finally
Here you are, a different shape
One that my mind does know so well…