Songs for Adeline. The Queen.

Songs for Adeline. The Queen. Prose Poem.

Her lips won´t move. Her eyes won´t hesitate. Her hair wild in her kingdom of dormant moments. Her dress heavy on her chest. She will not move. She will endure the winter. She will swallow summer. She will cry in spring. Her thoughts are of metal and carbon. Her love is wind. I shall not move. For she could see me. I am a mirror, of possible outcomes. But she is the Queen. And I am nothing