Tears falling from a weeping willow,
virgins ascending through the clouds.
Sighs from the night's last moonbeam,
monkeys whistling through your mind.
Panthers licking blood from the wind,
homeless angels landing on your nose.
A tickling of your heart,
butterflies sailing from your soul.
The sound of one eye winking.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-gypsy-church-of-buddha-indiana/
