The Pink Beach The journeys start, begins in the dark. Inward, outward, as I walked into the park, alone with myself. I'm left with my thoughts calculating. My where-abouts equal zero. Painful relief is what I am left with. Now clarity of the inner mission is about to begin at the pink beach I now see clarity. My goals I can reach. ~ Composed by Pacifica Poets Vancouver, BC April 24th 2005 Back to the Adults Page Home