is vs was

And yet it seems only your face is still clear.
When my mind's eye dares travel far beyond what's here.
Indefinable,dark silhoeuttes still walk the same path.
Others seem obliterated,diffused in mazes along which i donot venture.

My narcissism is boundless,i conclude.
Or can't this prelude unblind me to the emptiness promised?
Armour it must be,for it is what is said to have no eyes.
And behold, my sight momentarily dies.

Would i to see this in hind,
Insanity i would of myself diagnose.
I could feel my way to freedom,
But reason does not impose.
How reasonable could romeo,juliet,anthony have been.
Fortunate for me,
Breath in these lungs still resides.

Beguiled by your once smile that has not played in long.
It is to that like a drowning woman i now clutch oblong.
That light that danced in your eyes now gone.
I seek to see it glow,the full moon again outshone.

Can i like a night thief steal just moments and make away?
As of meteorites let dive into the immense,this?
Let it all fade away?.

the tin woman has a heart

To all the faces i brace,
Against...smile an armour,
I use...like a talisman.
It is easier to speak of the height of the sun,
Than delve into the tin to find soft tissue.
It is lighter to talk of the dust that impersonates sand,
Than acknowledge that it is with in and it's purpose serves.

Watching the two,mesmerised by the three,
How to not wish it was my hand not free.
Chasing...cents and pennies,
thinking,they could replace cells and arteries.
They could stand for veins and roses.
They could smile as one who feels amour.

The tin woman has a heart,
She is percieved not to hurt,
She waits in longing,for one that will look within the rust and take her apart.
Melt her,speak with words that can't,
In the space of a second become the dust that impersonates the sand.
The whistle that is like a mirage.