The Sonnet of Tacos

In dawn's first breath, the corn confides tales,
Of ancient hands that knead the morning grace.
Embrace the spice, where twilight bravely wails,
Under starlit eyes, a timeless cooking face.

The veils of tomatillo whisper low,
As cilantro dances in lunar streams.
From altar wrapped, the guacamole's glow,
Binds oracles of pilgrims' secret dreams.

With every layer, destiny unfolds,
A sage of pepper, seasoned and well-known,
In bite's initiation, wisdom molds.
The taco throne, from ancients carved in stone.

O rite of salsa where the heart belies,
A savory penance, hearty fellowship ties.