Conjurer

CONJURER In imagined corners of her darkened room My child sensed insensible terror And her fear conjured danger and gloom Since she knew not of her error : For fear is the only darkness - So we set about befriending the black And understanding the starkness Of mere light’s lack With stories and tales of a burrowing rabbit And other creatures feathered and furred Who live in the dark out of habit, Singing the songs of the sightless bird Or of dwarfs toiling in a black mine Deep down in the pitch Looking for gold and diamonds fine And not even seeing which is which These leaps of her mind Were the start of the light Which helped her conjure and find Imagined friends on the darkest night.