"What would happen"

What would happen if the sun never shone?
he, against the splintered boards
rubbing two palms by the concave waves
drip drip dripping salt into the red,
he lives here now, and asks

Don't you miss the warmth
of its blinding smile, ringing the vast,
that soars through air wisteria-soaked
the blazing arms to the very towers that beg the sun,
the one, that sun
that will never shine again?