WILD CHOCOLATE SPOON:
I found you late last night, dancing under spotlights
in the bowl of dreams, Van Gogh flames leaping from your feet
as you laughed, beckoning. Everybody lit up, eyes wide, twitching,
counting down in whispers to the unveiling of your creation.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
I really do enjoy reading your posts!
Unable to decipher the picture, I wonder what the chocolate spoon did create?
…and a thousand Starry Nights.