a snapshot from years into the future

We haven't met yet, and I don't know your name.
Your face is unknown to me, your voice just the same.
You have no present; your future, a mystery.
But already we have such a long history.

I dreamed about you, once or twice, though the image wasn't clear.
You were blurred as though from far away, although you felt so near.
Do we even now walk together? Are you already waiting here?
Or will you arrive from a great distance, a traveller without fear?

What colour eyes from your face will shine?
Will they be bitter chocolate like his, or brackish rivers like mine?
Maybe they'll be neither, a stream from a different source,
Rerouted by the wisdom of glaciers to meet and join our course.

But no matter the origin, I know you will come.
Years and years from now, but I know you will come.
My dormant hope will bear fruit, and then I will see you.
Te esperamos, corazón mío.