Deliverance Poem by Eli Medina

Im a believer spending my time lost in space looking into your eyes feeling loves rage,

take me away save the day...

golden trumpets sing for you angel of ages... wings sprinkled with dust from the heavens above,

your eyes divine to help capture the mind with nothing to find just a little more time to find the line that winds your heart closer to mine,

finding the time to fransform my thoughts my words into something you truly deserve,

how about a harp that plays a song a day... to help keep all the ugly away,

like the tears, the pain, the what if's, the shame, the games and turns them into laughable lies,

to let your heart and mind get by for yet another day.