the flying club cup

I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in
EliseMy father was released a days walk from
San Denise
We buried him beneath the bone white sands of
San Denise
Silence of an airborne night push high above the roof
Daughters of the
Red lights blind the icy works of art
The city lights and restless nights go once upon the
LordYou and
I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards
Its yours