Those Present Eyes / Yair Hoenig

Those preset eyes
Seams to get a hold of me.
A tide of thoughts and feelings
Rose up high above me,
So I can’t longer see.

I felt like a golden fish
in the heart of that storm
I Jump above the water
I Jump above my keen.

As one wave rupture open-heated upon the water
All lives and errors
Plunged into
Nothing.

Those present eyes
Seams to get a hold of me,
The earth tubed up
And everyone that was down
Could see all that height from above.

Things come around a truth was told
All the plans and all the hopes,
Life seam to get a hold of us
Like the sun upon its ecliptic.

Remorse!
Those present eyes that hold my awe
Shout,
Remorse or apocalypse!
War brings war,
We shall never know
Peace.