The sun will refuse…

The sun refuses not to shine 
The light in your eyes refuses to die 
That light’s so bright it’s next level crystallite… 
It burns through their darkness, luminous
It’s white hot, it’s forever…
It’s prodding mother-of-pearl feather…
It’s an oyster having an orgasm 
That laugh you can’t fathom…
It’s everything to live for,
It’s wild and it’s fierce and it’s true…

The good ones refuse to lie 
The cold only makes us shine 
Their fastest fading cry 
A murmuring monster frightened…

It’s only part-stagnant in your damp cave crevice…
It’s changing - the tide; because of everything- because of you…
You’ll soon hear the chorus from long before on vast silver water under gold mountain view…
Your voice will be conjured,
Your face and soul recollected from all the silk spaces - making fire waves that even in their frozen form imbue and ensue…