Angel of the Mushroom Crush

Striated moon just risen from the deep She cuddled up with him and went to sleep Morning saw on the stairs the stars were strewn She gave a hearty laugh like wings of dune She was an angel of The Mushroom Crush Wallowed in the heart of green creamy slush I saw her in the swing of loves of life I saw her snuffing out the fires of strife Covenanted by the heaven and the earth She let go the seeds sprouting to re-birth She touched the breasts sunning over the curls And made semen in men and pearls in girls When the winters are gone, springs interface You will find a girl who has lost her trace