Shades

The shades of my eyes  
draw shut at the end  
of a day of days, where  
weary and worn and  
I see you  
in the distance,  
in the purple shades  
of my mind as a  
luminescent oscillation.  
Floating near, your  
radiance turns to  
red silk that wraps  
the pulsing body.  
Pressurized blood  
throbbing throughout,  
as the watershed of  
my existence  
responds to the rainfall  
of your love, and  
of you, I am  
filled, and flow  
into your froth,  
into your sea,  
I empty myself  
only to start anew  
in the clouds  
of your refreshing  
affections.  
Such are the shadow-shades
of my dreams.