Other Side of the Mirror Street Angel

Somewhere in the back of my mind, my life is in someone's written pages. Sometimes they ask me about the men in my life and I tell them..."As difficult as it has been, they are poets and yet they are priests of nothing, but they are legends and I thought that there was a connection!"

So I watched and listened as my life was sung about, all the heartache, all the wild love but no heart was wild with love for me. I stood in shadows and know what it sounds like when doves cry.

But like the gypsy that I am, I faced freedom with a little fear. In that freedom, I turned out to be stronger than I knew. All the while he stood watching out of the corner of his eye and watched as the castle walls all fell down. Did it matter? He was a player, and you know players; they only love you when they are playing! So I went back...to the other side of the mirror...love was a word I was trying to find...somewhere.

Just like a great dark wing, he came, my heart and dreams knew him before. The Poet. He was my match and I would fall in his shadow. I need him because he lets me breathe and he's always taken me away, he still does. He is my strength and he is the candle that guides me back again.

I also have 3 wonderful, beautiful children. Their names are Steven, Stevie, and Tyler. My sons are named after Steven Tyler(Tallericho)of Aerosmith. I'm a huge Aerosmith fan. Been listening to them as long as I've been listening to Fleetwood Mac and Stevie. I saw Aerosmith in concert but have yet to see Fleetwood Mac or Stevie! I hope I can see them this time around! I also live in Dublin, Pennsylvania, about 30 miles north of Philadelphia. So in a nut shell without going into any long, drawn out story (although my life would make a good book)this is me. Another one of Stevie's Hopelessly Enchanted Silly Dreamer Gypsy fan.