The Dessert

A plate of woven glass,

Where liquid shadows softly pass,

A comet fell from starry skies,

Reborn as chocolate haupia pie.

The crust was carved from obsidian night,

Yet glowing with an inner light,

A foundation built of dreams deferred,

Now singing out a silent word.

Above it rolled a midnight sea,

Of velvet, deep infinity,

Where cocoa rivers softly gleam

Beneath the silver of a dream.

And resting on this velvet tide,

Where secrets of the moon abide,

The haupia drifted, pure and white—

A cloud of coconut and light.

It hovered softly, defying space,

A levitating, sweet embrace,

As if the dessert dared to rise

And join the kingdom of the skies.

No heavy weight of grief or thorn,

Just sweetness on a quiet morn.

A slice of hope, distilled and true,

Where earth and heaven melt anew.