As much as I have prefered myspace to facebook, it's obvious that about 90% of my family & friends have shifted over to facebook. As such, I don't keep myself as active over here on myspace of late ... though I'm NOT jumping on the "delete your myspace" bandwagon by any means. I'm still here, just not as frequently.
My name is Aly.
I also go by "Darling," or "Miss Darling."
Life's not always without hardship, but it's too short for us all, no matter how long we live ... thus, I'm not here to ENDURE life, I'm here to LIVE it. :)
“She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.â€
-J. M. Barrie-
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Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
"My Darling"
Schubert Koenig Bonheoffer
"Where is the soul of my Darling?" I ask,
Oh, somewhere her soul must be,
It lives not in words, nor in promises,
Mutable as gold hers can be.
"It's in the eyes," the great poets say,
"'Tis where the soul must dwell."
But watch her eyes; they glisten bright
At news of heaven and of hell.
I once believed her crimson lips,
Marked her soul soft as winter's snow,
But then they curled at tales, dismal, sad;
What it meant, I could not know.
I thought of her fingers, then, her slender hands,
'Cross her lap, they're delicate doves,
Though sometimes cold as ice to touch,
They surely hint of all she loves.
Aye, but there are moments she waves farewell,
I confess my Darling, I do not follow,
She vanishes from view 'fore I reach the road,
Windows bare, house quiet and hollow.
And at times I wish I might read her walk,
Like a sailor his map o' the sea,
Or find instructions for her looks,
Explaining all she hopes will be.
How curious such an enlightened life!
God Himself would not deign to doubt her,
Instead, I'm left a-wondering,
Darling's shadows lurking about her.
I'm mostly harmless, usually.**Know Thyself**
Si Fractus Fortis.
He who binds himself to joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
William Blake
