The following words were written out of nostalgia for Hawaii and for the friendship of my old companion, Paguchi (Howard Sousa) before his untimely death near Blowhole:

We did not dream of paradise then,
As we strolled down Old Hawaii, nor know we'd drunk
the cup of golden dreams.

But drink we did, for there we had no choice:
And never knew that in the gardens of eternity
This spirit must ever wander through the palms,
where frangipani and plumerium grace the path
and tropic tradewinds give the rustling leaves a voice.