The Bowline

There’s many ways to build a house

There’s many ways to try

There’s many ways to shelter hope

There’s many ways to cry.

There’s many ways to tie a knot

There’s many ways to try

There’s many ways to fasten love

There’s many ways to fly.

To windows tied the sails she did

With knots that need not break

To memories came her carpenters

To keep afloat loves make.

To floors she bought the circus cheer

When stormy rides might call,

All fun of the fair, all impish dare

Wrapped in a true love trawl.

To beams she painted daybreak

To soil she seeded smiles,

To dreams she shaped the dragon heart,

To strange she called the wild.

There’s many ways to fall

There’s many ways to sail

There’s many ways to ache

And mend

There’s many ways to tall.

You might not own a palace

know hammers two by two... 

But sailor hearts are builders yet

Afloat in oceans blue.