Okay, so, I think this is a good place to start.

That picture shows a particular place in Camden Market, London. For whatever reason it is my favorite, whenever I’m there I get calm and just enjoy it (even though the market is always busy and not particular clean…)

Anyway.

After I went to London for the first time (in 2007, two days with my ex-boyfriend/best friend) I had a dream where I was lying on a bench at that particular spot (just prettier) and someone was behind me, holding me close, loving me.

Well. It was one of the most peaceful dreams I ever had and I still remember it so I wrote a poem about it right after. This is it:

Lovely Dream

 

Hands upon my body.

A beloved voice

whispering in my ear.

A kiss, so sweet.

I want to feel it

all my life.

Warmth, strength, happiness.

Does it have to end?

I want to scream it out

Want to tell it everyone.

I want to keep it as a secret

My dark, lovely secret.

Do I have to ask

for forgiveness?

Whom do I have to ask?

After all…

It was just a dream