what was could only be what is to me

how could what is become what was to be
a living thing remarkably unique
what was could only be what is to me

for how could one who is so good not be
after the thought patterns released in speak
how could what is become what was to be

so full of life with zest and flown so free
cut short in half and hid from where I seek
what was could only be what is to me

impossible to not be what he'd be
to be a not-be, drying up to creak
how could what is become what was to be

alive's the only thing he's meant to be
not smiling lips pulled tight to make us shriek
what was could only be what is to me

and so in daily thoughts alive I see
my one beloved frozen at his peak
how could what is become what was to be
what was could only be what is to me

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos