Murmur

When the sails of your tall ship
match the stillness of the water
from the petals of your small lips
falls the flower of our daughter

and you smile the whole way back
and you smile the whole way back

when the bugs in the tall grass
fan your face in the hot sun
you will walk down the rock path
touching moss with your thumb

and you smile the whole way back
and you smile the whole way back
and you smile the whole way back
and you smile the whole way back

when that sunset through the oak tree
paints a leopard on the vast earth
you will wander in your bare feet
to this old heart murmur