Ardor Vs. Instant

If I could crack open the sun,
I would make it bleed for you
Like eternal magma
From a blissful fruit.
Sunshine would drench the land
And we would gravitate to
The music of the moon
Until the sky cleared up
And dried us up like
Seaweed on the beach.
Forever we would sift
Beneath sand,
And grow young,
As tide and time
Became foreign,
And our love
Swelled like the birth
Of a new sun,
Long awaited by the people
Of faraway planets.