sonnet We scarcely dare address

We scarcely dare address the sun at noon
A lot of light burns eyes its crude in kind
We squizz a pale adjacent moon as soon
Sunset sunrise they softly melt ones mind
When dawn when dusk sun sits in cloud cocoon
It lingers like an orange zest or rind
It crinkles like a party past balloon
It slices like a saw far hills aligned
A hue man holds earth his a proper place
A shine man holds a star a home as real
My second sense insists they interlace
Yours yon a second home a white dwarf star
Your oxygen and carbon quarters gun
A soupspoon dram ends up a teaspoon ton
Chorus gun race zoom