Dawn
Opening my eyes
Opening my eyes
To a still and sable sky,
Brisk early air
Brisk early air
Shakes away the dreamy nether.
With sleep now slowly fading,
I focus my lazy gaze
Upon a glorious visual battle.
A thin golden line advances to the heavens,
Igniting the crimson as it goes,
A fire
Which subdues
The violet predawn veil.
Many sky-bound, eternal diamonds
Slowly fade from view
In this vivid violence.
And night's sole keeper
Hides himself
Behind the edge of the sky.
With sleep now slowly fading,
I focus my lazy gaze
Upon a glorious visual battle.
A thin golden line advances to the heavens,
Igniting the crimson as it goes,
A fire
Which subdues
The violet predawn veil.
Many sky-bound, eternal diamonds
Slowly fade from view
In this vivid violence.
And night's sole keeper
Hides himself
Behind the edge of the sky.
Blazing horizon,
A silhouette
Of far-off things
Diminished by an unwavering brilliance.
Reduced to the appearance
Of miniature props
In an eternal play,
Adornment for the cosmos.
Outlined within this fury
Rays burst from the clouds,
Reflecting reds and pinks.
Hovering high,
They appear brushed by some eternal hand
As a fitting garland for creation.
Darkness yields
To the conquering light,
The newborn day is now!
Existing upon its appointed time,
Winning the struggle for the moment.
But twilight still advances
In the shadows
Beyond the edge,
Promising its return,
For all has its turn
The newborn day is now!
Existing upon its appointed time,
Winning the struggle for the moment.
But twilight still advances
In the shadows
Beyond the edge,
Promising its return,
For all has its turn
Upon a cosmic schedule,
And slumber has its place
And slumber has its place
Within this world.
Fiery Dawn -- Caito Junqueira
Peter Pan, a flying boy who never grows up, was created by Scottish novelist and playwright J. M. Barrie in memory of his older brother who died in an ice skating accident the day before his 14th birthday. As the leader of the Lost Boys, he lived in Neverland. He first appeared as a seven-day-old baby who could fly because he was part bird (like all babies) in six chapters in the 1902 episodic novel "The Little White Bird" (1902), after being published serially in "Scribner's Magazine." The section grew into an "elaborate book-within-a-book" of more than 100 pages during the four years that Barrie worked on the book and was later (1906) published separately as "Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens" with illustrations by Arthur Rackham. In 1904 Barrie reworked the character as the star of the play "Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up" and a follow-up 1908 play "When Wendy Grew Up – An Afterthought," which then became the basis for his 1911 novel "Peter and Wendy." By the time the play was produced, flight was the result of "lovely wonderful thoughts" and fairy dust. In the play, Peter's outfit was made of autumn leaves and cobwebs, and in the later novel he was "clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that flow from trees." In "Peter and Wendy" Barrie revealed that, in order to stay young, Peter had to forget everything he ever encountered outside of Neverland and that he accompanied dead children part of the way to their destination so they would not be frightened.
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