The Burning of a Torch Singer

The Burning of a Torch-Singer Her smoky vocals draw you near, escaping from her eye a salty tear, wrapped in memories of his caress, still wearing her thin satin dress. Luscious full lips and ebony hair, a troubled heart full of despair, watching her beauty and youth unfold, waiting for a phantom, growing old. Her hypnotic melody still captures all, sad delusions perhaps he will call, her voice hits crescendo like nothing is wrong no longer the singer, she is the song.