Tenses..........

Would I herefore live my life
reaping,garnering,ripening days,
brooding ,smiling n' dreaming still
among misty,hazy ,mossy ways ?

 Like the one that once did dawn
dank and dark and dreary grey,
that smirking, crept on rat's belly
and snarling,stole my sun away.

Can it be the one that is,
this dancer on the fires
her footsteps,urgent, hauled-on-coal
heard silent, hushed, in warm desires ?

Or will it be that distant silhouette
deep-etched ,stretched on torture rack ?
`cause that'll surely far outweigh
the one that I would now want back.