The Triple Muse - Homage Freud Poem by Panmelys

As silvery mermaid, singing muse,
In the new moon's virgin prize,
Of a young girl's dream do I cruise,
To lure rhe super-ego of the world.

As ripe and fecond earth and pregnant womb
In red-hot glow of ego's proud display,
As mother-night to croon and sway,
My round full-shape, eternal, move.

As hideous hag of Oedipus desire,
That lurks in dark recess of time,
Of what unconscious Id does hide,
Behind my waning moon your shadows slide.

All three am I: she of the triple glow,
Her, that grows in the white-mare's thigh,
As sure and steady as the rippled wave,
Myself, invarient, as the lover's sigh.

All crave my deepest soul: all know me,
Though many shy away and try,
To build a solid wall so high,
To praise the day's reality, so tall.

Yet knowing all your secret sides,
I glide without the slightest doubt,
Of what your wanton wishes seek,
Wait wisely, in my lesser light.

For what the greater light does show,
To be of ever conscious sight,
Within the confines of that other eye,
I bring the soul back home to sleep.

So keeping safe the hidden truth,
I always leave each age a trace,
Of some profoundest mystery,
That carries soundlessly, my grace!