Inside of Me
By Dorothy J Carbone 1980

I walk down the road to the cliff.
As I had so many years ago.
I know what I will see when I get there;
Water Colors
Spiraling Heights
Circle of Trees
For it remains the same,
Inside of Me.
The feelings still here,
Inside of Me.
For it has always been,
Inside of Me.
And not on the cliff by the sea,
Or in the love that used to be.
But deep within,
Inside of Me.