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/
