The Red Thread Of Fate

A poem about fate, destiny, soulmates.

Somewhere deep within,
where destiny meets fate,
there’s a sudden pull -
a red thread
that binds a soul
to its soulmate.

Travelers through space and time,
we wander this restless earth,
yearning to find
that hidden place
we planned before our birth.

I have walked many lonely roads
with a feeling of déjà vu -
a tale of love and loss,
and a bittersweet adieu.

Once, upon many past lives,
we have danced this dance anew -
to find each other,
again and again,
in a cosmic rendezvous.

We are reborn into longing,
souls still reaching
for their other half,
waiting for that perfect moment
when we walk the same path.

On nights of restless sleep,
I sit and watch the stars,
wondering if you feel me too,
wishing from afar.

The cool night whispers,
a cold breath on my skin,
but the memory of us
ignites a fire from within.

And I feel the pull that beckons me,
like the moon that draws the tides -
a gravitational force
that summons our souls
to collide.

It’s the rhythm of our hearts,
the sound of his breath,
that strums the thread that holds us,
even in death

Forever by his side,
wrapped in my husband’s arms,
I feel the thread
that has bound us
through a thousand lives.

Our wandering led us here,
wrapped in a crimson thread -
once a whisper of a promise,
now a symphony on our bed.

The red thread that holds us
now gleams as golden rings on our hands -
as timeless as the ocean,
as endless as the sands.

Reviews

[Jansy]

This is absolutely stunning poetry. Beautiful

[RomaJ]

I'm so glad you connected with the poem. I was trying to express the feeling of the "red string of fate," which suggests a beautiful, fated promise. It's the idea that we are all tied to a soulmate, and that connection can be found in a romantic love or a deeply meaningful friendship.