Cheers! a Rhyme of Tears

Here's to the world the sun's great love intends, my tear's quiet journey along its face of sundial which the sands bright furnace bends; and only silk conveyed by ruby lace. No pearls created by my grief are blind - the world's my oyster half around its size. The walrus and the carpenter did find such tasty stock, the salty seashell prize. And, in my sadness, I betrayed the sense sanctum of my human lover's heater: the outburst of its atomic license, each pulse like a splitting grain of cedar. My voice around my neckisconstricted- a single tear is like a flood inflicted.