Southern Horizons

Mirrored reflections; Pieces of me-
Portrayed in the shadows, as what,
Just what could; Might be-
Maybe if the light fell, just right?
The moon shone across the water; On
a bright, clear summer’s night?
What if? Oh what if?
I stopped floating beneath the
surface?
Rising up; Standing up; Lifting
up my eyes; Facing
the light?

Oh self; Isn’t hiding for the accused?
The need to not be seen? The fear
of being abused?
Peeking from the curtain’s hem-
As a bashful, shy little girl-
A child afraid; A woman that self-doubts;
Oh Lady of words; Tell me? Tell me true ?
What’s that really all about?

Naked; Bare as the babe first born-
Sheer terror; As the layers
were ripped and torn-
Voices came in whispers low-
As the light flooded in; And the
warmth began-
As I touched the face of me-
Said goodbye, and let go-

I’ll miss you; Oh I’ll miss you so;
A tear holding steady, in the
corner of my eye-
You were my lap of comfort; My
shoulder in need-
You hand fed me; Rocked me; Cradled
and nurtured this seed-
I’ll miss you; Oh, I’ll miss you so-
Soon the tear will fall,
and a new yearling will grow

As it may be confusing; Ah but just
for a while-
For Southern Horizons was just a reflection;
A mirrored image of self-
It’s I, that I’ve longed for;
It’s for I, that I’ve reached-
And in the light of a new dawn-
I’ve put doubt on the shelf

© Lisa Hilbers
January 26, 2007