The Flying Club Cup
I built my house of reedsUpon a marsh in EliseMy father was releasedA day's walk from San DeniseWe buried him beneathThe bone-white sands of San Denise
Silence of an airborne nightPush high above the roofDaughters of the red lights blindThe icy works of artThe city lights and restless nightsGo once upon the LordYou and I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards
It's yours