Written by: Sidney Beck


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.