Dawn Poem by 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 miror 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.