Old Souls

Old souls always know
When they see each other's eyes
They've met somewhere before
They've heard each other's sighs.
They've shared their secret dreams
And shouldered common pain
And laughed and loved before
And know they shall again.

The pool of souls is deep
And random, so it seems,
But sometimes souls re-meet
And sink into deep dreams

Of how would this love be
If it should bloom anew?
Would it's scent be still as sweet
As the bouquet they once knew?