"Dark, dark glasses"

Dark, dark glasses
On my face,
Change the world,
Slow the pace,
Sunshine strikes
Like hammered fire
Through your hair
Of golden wire. . .,
The glare of sun
So burning bright,
Its still ablaze
Within my sight,
When all is darkness
Sight and sound,
They still remain,
They come around. . .
Late at night
When mem'ry passes,
I must slip on
My dark, dark glasses. . .