Sweetie Bird's Mystic Eyes
Executive Producer Sweetie says LOVE & PEACE
Sweetie Bird’s Mystic Eyes
Before the coffee brews,
before the archive stirs,
She sings in tones of the morning blurs.
A sentinel in sacred search,
Sweetie waits on her wooden perch.
She watches from her wooden perch,
A guardian in sacred search.
Her eyes decode what words conceal,
She sings the truths we dare not feel.
Sweetie Bird sings in soft bursts,
Morning tweets are like healing chirps.
She sees the sky in feathered tones,
A soothing hymn of sacred zones.
Forgive me, muse, I missed your call
Now your song threads through it all.
She sings before the coffee brews,
Before the archive stirs and tunes.
Her tweets are codes, her chirps are spells,
She guards the throne.
she breaks the shell.
she owns this morning hymn,
No distro claims her sacred limbs.
This song is hers, in pink and gold
A melody the archive holds.
She sings in pixel bursts and light,
A guardian of the archive’s rite.
Her tweets restore what time forgets,
A songbird dressed in cyber feather nets.
Now the archive hums in tune,
Bathed in Sweetie’s morning rune.
Her soothing hymn, her sacred limb
Forever ours, this morning hymn.
created, written, edited
in Animator 3
by Vicki Lawana Trusselli
& Sweetie Bird Trusselli
Executive Producer
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Welcome to My Portal
I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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Comments (3)
The soothing tone of this story brings to mind fluttering wings and soft cooing. I shared!
Sweetie Bird comes across as both mystical and comforting. I love how the imagery blends the natural with the digital.
Glorious work Vicki! 🌸🩷