Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

COME A HELL OF HIGH WATER

I ask of thee
Gods of the sea,
For a tall mast
And a trembling sail,
Cupped to catch
The gentle breeze;
Good people
Besides me
To follow the trail
Of silver foam
Where ever you lead,
And further more
I plead;
Should night fall,
Keep fear at bay
And over
The sliver moon
Set high
In the eastern sky,
Fair Venus
To show the way
Over the edge
Of the rose-froth-sea,
To cinnamon-scented
Silk-kissed shores
And the blessing
Of a new dawn.

MC