Peter Galen Massey

i heard no music / until the music was you / all love songs are true

the first rain of spring / smells like your lover’s body / asleep in your bed

these songs remind me / how once everything was now / everything mattered

let the sun bring drought / and ruin come with the rain / i will plant my fields

you wait in patience / stillness. the poem alights / a bird on your hand

like the high white clouds / in a summer sky we are / always becoming

now comes the long rest / your living heart is not still / it beats still with mine

once in my childhood / all the dandelions bloomed / while i was sleeping

i climbed these dark stairs / so you might rise effortless / into the bright sky