Mushroom Art

Living without you is difficult But our dead dreams awake In my mushroom art Do not observe her beauty Cloud faced old man winking You see, he tests me, he wants I should join him in gratitude for his craft He calls this love but hardly so Happy the universe, happy is the act A bejeweled crow on a quilted tent Yeah, its at the zenith Our dead dreams awake Living without you is difficult But our dead dreams awake In my mushroom art