In dreams,
I stood by the pool that existed in my inner dark.

Ageless She stood by the far side:
Dark tressed, night-eyed, fair skin luminous; and
Robe the blue hidden below blue,
And radiant with blue,
And always truest blue.

Perpetual He swam beneath the surface:
Scales silvered and pinked, clever-eyed, a light in the water; and
Full of secrets that never knew they were
Secrets and both sly and generous,
That hidden instinct.

She looked on me and
Reached from Above to pull Him,
The Id that dwelt in water,
Up into Her white hands and whispered words
(Quiet words I never heard – secrets from me)
And He squirmed and murmured
Disrespectful responses.

And so They conferred on Ego.

She met my eyes, star to iris:
“You are steeped in ennui.
Why are you steeped in ennui?”

And then only the Question was left
As They left me to ponder my unnatural stillness.