Waterfall

A perfect rage is torn and open.
Gaping with howl of a waking wind.
So ravaged in a waterfall's eyelid,
it holds your stare when
washed away with whispered anger!

A light is dimmed.
The temper feeds his terror
and darkens white hills
inside our pillow dreams-

No more in the eyes that howl,
he breaks his gaze when he is empty.
The storm in his heart has gone.