Everything you can imagine is real - Pablo Picasso

The dawn that day rose Just as the mist of the night Subsided like a foam descending To reveal clear water ahead The bees in the hive stirred about To retrieve more honey It was on that day that I stared into the Mirror of luck. Hours passed by just As flies whizzed under a scorchy sun The foam above the crystal water rose again The mist of the dusk rose high above me shattering the mirror to grits I plunged down from a mountain Into the depths of dreariness It was then that I acknowledged What I've been through It was then that I screamed 'HEY, day! It was now that I crystallized your power in the mirror of my mind' And thence I sat in the chair of dreariness Waiting for the gleams of gold and silver To shine on once more upon the mirror.

PABLO PICASSO