The Owl

The Owl

I crafted so beautifully, pixel by pixel,

This holographic dream.

Sewed in stone, the bearer of my womb,

Where the wood has given its essence.

Here, there is no fear of death;

It is like rain to a droughted land.

So peaceful is this projection,

That my Owl spirit

Soars high at night,

Guarding this umbilical cord.

The heart seeps its blood,

In arteries, beat by beat.

Giving back all that was once lost,

Moments of memory to relive.

Here, I really like who I AM

Mother Celestial