You were always meant to arrive before I could name you

You were always meant to arrive before I could name you, I saw you in the hazy delirium of midnight visions, In the golden-woven horizon where dreams dissolve at dawn, I reached out to you with hands that had never touched you, Whispering your name before I even knew it, And when you came, I did not sigh in wonder, But merely breathed, as if I had waited for centuries, For the moment you would step into my waking world, Like a dream taking shape in the morning light, Like the echo of a forgotten song that reminds you of home, I felt time melt and space breathe silence, In the moment you became real, in a world of dreaming shadows. I saw you before I could name you, And perhaps deep down, I always knew, That you were there, waiting to be welcomed with open arms, In the endless story of a longing without a name.