Perhaps we've met before,
Like stepping thru an open
door.

Somewhere in the long ago,
A gentle breeze began to
blow.

Two worlds chanced to meet,
Coming together, bitter to
sweet.

Another season, another time,
Another reason, another rhyme
Golden threads inter-twine.

Heather Burns

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-mates-29/