Golden Moonlight

[Kansai Lai]

Passing through a needle,
My heart’s shards do stitch
A winter cloak of bells and starlight
For bare and broken shoulders,
That I may live to see the spring
And the lilacs’ perfume
That sweetens my dreams
I wish not to awaken from.

[Alphaleader]

Reminds me of when I had a rude awakening.....all I could do was wish for some sleep.