To a Western Friend

Sat away on the hilled western coast,
Lost to dear friends who miss you most,

I watch the sunset to the West,
Pray-ful hope upon shoulders rest,

if you find yourself all alone,
Watch the rising sun lift you home,

Hills cut with dazzling lonesome stars,
let not fame grant you Ego’s scars,

Obey Santa Anna’s ghostly winds
Trust your heart, begot not cheap sins,

Allow brass confidence to flow,
Be good, be wise, be open to grow,

Forget not the smooth Hudson’s drift,
Remember your Eastern gifts,

Clever, Crass, Diligent, Compassion,
Choose love, take meaningful action,

Famous as you ever become,
Carry with you where you came from,

Dark-wooded bars, brotherly talks,
It’s with you we all walk,

I’ll look for you amongst the sky,
Sharing joy, You, the Stars, and I.