By Tresna-Lee trez@hotmail.com
Date: 13 May 1997

Destination: You

    April 14, Home

Beauty lies within a likeness Soul
In a light amongst misty dawn
and as the Falcon takes flight unto tomorrow.

    April 15, Melbourne Airport

Hollow Helplessness
A fearful pleasure
seeping
melting
Away
Dull roar of something bigger
Closer to the fullness
of an un-measurable
something
But now waiting
in nothing
of Comfort
And knowing
just Knowing
it,
I,
will arrive.

    April 15, Sydney Airport

Mystery Girl
Waiting 
Talking
Passing time whilst anxious
Alone, 
physically
But always with that likeness Soul

Another face amongst the angry
unknown to these others
A mere non-identity
Waiting
Willing,
time to pass

    April 15, Sydney Airport....Still

I keep seeing you
you walk past me every eight and a half minutes
Sometimes you glance
as if you know me
and my heart aches
You stand behind me 
and we accidently touch
and neither apologize
I see you reading
leaning up against the wall
your fingers turning pages
So close to me
But I cannot touch you
Cannot speak to you
Cannot do much with imaginings...

    April 15, Feelings and Thoughts on the way to Honolulu 
    (another stop before I get -there-!)

On my way to home
a minute being no longer 
than one day
An agony of compression
within another ten inches
These ten inches which I have grown to despise
Made to sit within them
over and
over

  ~ ~ ~

Flying to the unseen
not the unknown
Not flying Back home
but flying to Home

  ~ ~ ~

My heart has been there on it's own for too long.
Now is the time

    April 16, Honolulu Airport

Just want to talk with you
need your comfort
I'm tired
but I'm wide awake
Desperate to get 
where I'm going
Desperate to stop
this waiting 
game.

Just want to talk with you
want your comfort
I'm aching
but I'm not hurt
Just desperate to get
to you
Desperate to stop
the yearning
game.

    April 16, Feelings and Thought on the way to Toronto 
    (yet another stop before getting -there-)

Do ten inches learn to accomodate?
Or do we just learn to fit?

  ~ ~ ~

I remember counting.
Months
weeks
days
Now I count the hours.

  ~ ~ ~

One went home to Polly
Sat, 
no unlike myself.
Writing to his, 
as I do, 
unto my own.
Thinking only of The
One
The One of Comfort
and mind sanctuary.
Where home was home
sweet, or not


    April 16, Home (at last)

PINCH PINCH PINCH PINCH PINCH PINCH PINCH PINCH!!!
(yep! this is it!!)

Time no more, 
to count
Time no more, 
to wait

No more watching
the calender,
clock,
sun

No more torture
to our spirits
'cause this is -Here-
right where we wanted.