Red String

This is intended for all ages. It is to show that even though something might not happen to you in this life, it will eventually happen in one of your next lives.



Red String

Under a tree at dawn,
Under the willowy branches
They sit and talk,
Their feathers dancing.

Sweet nothings whispered to and fro;
The melodious calls of the ivory doves.
Cocooned in the warm wool blanket;
Heads nestled in the wings of the other.

A scandalous love affair, forbidden by many;
The sweet coupling of the doves, happy and merry.
Arms torn from the other, voices shouting all night;
Soft coos as the watchers observed the sweet sight.

Separated and never to be seen again;
Joined and always in the others sight.
A love exchanged with aching hearts and souls;
A love fluttering with glistening feathers.

No matter the distance,
No matter the obstacles.
Be it humans,
Be it birds.

We are bound to always meet again,
By the red string that ties our souls.