The time-travel machine

Sailors yearning for the coast
Pouring rum to quench their thirst
Long-waves sing blues
Mermaids wear gothic tattoos
Thoughts boil around
Pirates run aground
There is no nest
For the minds who seek unrest
And the moon sips night’s fog
While sailors sip grog.


Snagov Island, Romania
2015-11-02

The time-travel machine, © Mădălina Diaconescu