Across A Crowded Room

In the dream, your eyes were like fire.
The threshold I could not fight to stay on my side of.
I was exhausted and all out of war.
I remember your laughter, as you hung upside down on snow white clouds, and when I asked you what in the world you were doing, you explained you were just trying to see things from my perspective. To which we both laughed like little children.
I knew in my heart you were in for a real study.
Sorry for the complications.
It's easy to put a face to that laugh now, although in the dream I was paying more attention to your voice than your expression.
So to say I know what you look like within my slumber would be a lie, at least in the physical sense.
But in the discernment department, you were the most understanding, gentle soul without question.
Someone must have received my helium telegraphs.
I sent them up all the time.
If you need your feather back it's tucked away in a book somewhere.
Sorry for my constant battle against myself, but you should also know the rainbow is back in its rightful position within the East of my heart.
I used to look at this place so differently, it was such a tiresome chore, you told me my heart would bloom here, I couldn't have disagreed more. However now?  I'd die for this place. There is nothing in this world more precious than home.
Nothing more precious than family.
I know you are still in my dreams and I just can't remember when I arise each morning, for butterflies still grace the dung piles in my overgrown unworked acres, (I'll get there) and birds still sing on cloudy days.
If you are my guardian angel, if there is such a thing, my apologies for being a complete thorn bush, it's not by choice I assure you.
What looks like a defense system is actually collateral damage, and I can't reach most of them on my own to be able to rest.
I try to listen, I try to do what's right and love what's wrong because I know there's a purpose for everything.
So please bare with me...I'm still trying here.
And thanks to God for the beautiful seen and unseen friends that help pull out the thorns along the way.