Half kind thoughts skim across the edge of tomorrow br like the crows in flight in the half light of dusk br and otters flash and splash in glinting streams br of pure consciousness concealed by clear waters br from cold dark mountains hidden in a mist of dreams. br Smoke winds its way in stillness of unmoved air br from a chimney mounted high on mossy slates br above gouged grey and rivened walls of warmth. br A seagull cries as it softly glides above the ocean deep br a chill of imagination grips the heart and holds me to my dream.