the gods told me
that while we lay last night
they wound a tiny red ribbon
around our little fingers
a ceaseless pinky promise
stitched into the fabric of our skin
to be tangled and stretched
but never severed
snaking through stars and satellites
for the destined ones
to seek each other
calamity after calamity
tonight our worlds have separated
by time, place and circumstance
but we will meet again
when our shadows find their way out of the dark
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
the gods told me
that while we lay last night
they wound a tiny red ribbon
around our little fingers
a ceaseless pinky promise
stitched into the fabric of our skin
to be tangled and stretched
but never severed
snaking through stars and satellites
for the destined ones
to seek each other
calamity after calamity
tonight our worlds have separated
by time, place and circumstance
but we will meet again
when our shadows find their way out of the dark
This is based on a Japanese/Chinese fable on the promise of soul mates. (In Malay, we call this 'jodoh') The Red Thread of Fate believes that a deity ties a tiny red ribbon around the pinky finger of destined lovers. Regardless of the thread being stretched and tangled, it will never tear in hopes of leading them back to each other.
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