For many, many years
I have lashed this boat
to this dock
with this stout rope
and seen the faces
once I knew
come back to life
in the bowline knot

Some cry from false eyes
with salt sea splash
and some cast in ice 
from the days cold hue
some tawny and golden on
a dry line when sky' blue
and some I see of past loves
but love still endless and true

Some day will come
I'll remember not
the rope rotted and broke
the boat sail less adrift
freedom from faces
I once knew
tied in a bowline knot