At seven you approached me familiar of the light, baby blue, falling incandescent light, the alfalfa in that field by Nenahnezad, so purple, it became blue, my flame of spirit, possessed by wild winds beautiful, that took my soul. Light as a child, I become interweaved with you, forever in your breath I’m cured by inner sight. Grandma Blackhorse she told me, near Shiprock she told me, while other children played in her sight…. “Look at what you see, say what you trust, nothing about you is new, and yesterday, you came to light, do you remember, baby white boy, born your mind so blue”. “Everything from here on out is not you, it’s what controls you, yes, yes it becomes what you do”.
At sixteen I reached a place I thought I should not go, light near Durango, driving deep into the night, and I forgot where I was going, near midnight I couldn’t remember my very name. Outside of Hesperus, things become overwhelming, in your baby blue, and then ghost came into my sight. Then light came, like a cure, something like skin, that nothing, and nobody should touch, my baby blue. And what I can remember, is something is worth having, something that I’ll never touch, esoterically illusional true. Better than reality, sometimes fiction you can’t touch, can make you cry. Better than reality on that Colorado highway, neurological daemon, from my little boy clues. From my little boy clues.
Dante he comes, sometimes he knows, that every word, from his flimsy touch, is a rhetorical verb, that is light. “It’s light,” he says, he grins against the blue ray, that sprinkles gloom and glitter against the dark Fort Collins sky. He says, “Are you ready, to write, baby blue, I possess you, can we get high”? I think it’s a ruse, but I remember, when I was new. Before I was seven, without you, baby blue. And so I deliver, and these lines, these words that are you, bring me something I’ll never touch. No I’ll never touch.
At seven you approached me! – 07.15.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Another one for my damn muse!
Daniel Swearingen 
Seriously sweetie I need ice after reading this. It’s that hot. 😉
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Thanks Heather. 😉
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This is so unusual it defies description. I loved it Daniel.
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Thank you Ruby.
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Mystical, but yet a wonderful transparency of who you are. This is wonderful.
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Your writing is wonderful.
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Thank you Danielle.
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This work of yours defies all others. This is a manifesto.
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Thank you much Donna!
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You sir are a marvel. 🙂
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Wow thank you.
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Beautiful prose Daniel.
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Thank you Brooke.
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You have written of Dante before, or should I say Dante has written of Dante before. ;). This was wonderful.
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Thank you.
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Another good read for me Daniel. please keep them coming.
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Thank you Charlie.
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My interest is always peaked when you write about Dante. 😉
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He’s always somewhere around. 😉
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The other side of a writer eh! I like him very much!
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Thank you Stafford. 🙂
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I really enjoyed this piece Daniel. ❤
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Thank you.
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I came across your writing on the recommendation of a friend who faithfully follows every word you put down. I am really happy I followed her lead. Your writing is fantastic.
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Thank you. I’M fortunate to have your kind consideration and compliment. Your friends as well.
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Well, blue baby, I knew you were special. You have survived Dante’s inferno. Well, I may be way off, but that is what I thought.
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It’s kind of spooky when you read me like that, but I like it. 🙂
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