The Singer

She sang the sweetest lullabies,
in tones of pure divinity; gently
rocking souls into a heaven
here on earth.

Soft and sweet, her every breath
became a newborn melody. The
golden, glowing luster of her eyes
enveloped all she came to see.

The microphone was blessed each
time she held it in her tenderness.
The lights, a million times more bright
when shining on her soul.

All she was, was there within her songs;
and no one ever felt the jolt of loneliness
she suffered, every time her audience
went home...

? Michaelette ?

11/20/2001
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home...