in front of me

the sun rises in front of me
seeing what put me here
the words I write
because I cannot speak
softer when you pull me close
as I will come
without reaching the height
don't want to imagine
much more when we walk
and the street won't end
but who began
to think I know
I do know
that I am watching
as you move closer
and closer still
I stand where I am
not sure what I expect
nothing as of yet
will say so much
of the time
spent in a dream
and we are there
we sit but what comes next
who's to say
sit back and enjoy the ride
this thought out
of my mind
spins backward forward
moving
in all directions
have led me to this spot
me where I am not saying anything
is fine with
what I know
I do not know
that it is fine with me...