“Oh Hell!” I said to myself the other day
as I was walking past the cemetery gate
kicking leaves up in to the breeze
and thinking of winter and the cold
and how as each year before
I had come with my friends
to make angels in the snow
on all the graves without evergreen blankets . . . 

I didn’t really know where the “Oh, Hell!”, had come from
or how it had jumped out and sat so
in the frosted air peering – 
Asking me what hidden thoughts and troubles
had brought me down this freshly earthed road –
Don’t think I cared either –
It was more of a sign than an expression –
One like the leaves, and the snow, and the granite . . .

Like a Whip-Poor-Will gliding through the night
I wandered about past the forgotten markers –
Past the thoughtless “Oh Hell’s!” and yesterdays
Towards the bridge of  “Oh Well’s!” and tomorrows –
Over the oak planks and the muddied water-
Looking back one more time at the rusted iron gates –
Knowing one day I would return and they would open
And not for me to make angels in the snow . . . . .

Wgmaass
1977

      I see you sleeping beside me.
      As I drive thru the night.
      So calm, so tender, so quiet. 
      Like a child in the night.
      Tucked away so tight.
      The stars shining so bright.
      Oh how I wish to hold you so tight.
      But in our flight.
      We somehow lost sight.
      I tried to hold you with all my might.
      But somehow it wouldnt be right.
      I give up without a fight.
      To never hold you tight.
      To never see you in my sight.
      I slowly fade away in the night.

      Jim Enz
      10-14-88
      

If I close my eyes I can see
You there sitting across from me
Pondering much the same things as I
From tomorrows lunch, to the meaning of PI.

If I listen close I can hear
You giving the old Kayhawk Cheer
Or telling me with a confident voice
That school today was not your choice. 

Some knew you, and some did not
We were after all a large melting pot
There were singles, and groups, and phantoms too
But to those that knew us we were true.

I can’t help but wonder today
What life would have held if you had been allowed to stay
Would you have been a passing ship on the sea
Or a solid old oak or wheeping willow tree?

So many ifs as there always is when you lose someone
So many things left undone
No answer to the question why?
Who will live and who will die.

We are forever tied together
Classmates different but of a feather
We are a sum of all we have seen and done
So you are forever a part of the one 

Webmaster 8/10/2000

      
      When all is silent.
      And Im alone and quiet.
      I hear the music of your heart.
      A heart that I'm still apart.
      I think of you when I'm alone in the dark.
      How I wish to be within your heart.

Jim Enz
6-23-99

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