Drifting onward in the haze,
life, the endless twisting maze,
the sun wanes lifting endless days.

Two tendrils bind us often fast,
those simple cares of days gone past,
and future fears no less than last.

A welcome sight, your eyes now hath,
the gift of sight into the path,
her whisper gentle, knowing laugh.

Hasten onward others cry,
for death will take us by-and-by,
lo, now the raindrops fill the sky.

Yet glimmers here golden serene,
the ghost of innocence unseen,
the mortal frail, to soon is weaned.

The coin is taken, what is lost,
the mind awakens, the soul is frost,
the portal to the gray is cross'd.

But what can words pretend define,
a song of joy, o' life divine,
what answer to the endless lines?

A hope, that she is still found here,
ever-listening, ever-near,
your own reflection in her mirr'r.

age = 17-18