You and I are connected
To a mycelia mind buried deep beneath the ground
It is pure white and tangled bruised blue
Weaving dancing mushrooms in the wet grass
With the mounting pressure of swelling spores
And the heavy hand of darkness
We take godly shapes and love
Until the rising sun inhales the morning dew
But illusive brilliance fades to sad regret
And forbidden love refracts in the glare of sunlight
We dissipate into daydreams
And incubate our thoughts
In the diamond seeds Of our alchemy
To hatch once more with the pressure of the tides
And the welling of our secret desire
Effervescing in the wee hours before dawn