A Mirror Floating in Water

A love for past and present be it so
A passion never once for any use
It can no longer survive its last blow
And with its fatal death, so goes my muse
Now longing fills up these dark days and nights
And all is there forever swallowed by
Nothingness, along with the given sights
And sounds which please the sensing ear and eye
For I cannot see, blank slates now surround
The past was the present alive, unbound