Ethereal clouds slowly pass by.
I often find you beyond the birch.
What makes you watch the river flow?
My last vision is you
before I drift to never neverland.

A quick jerk of the leash awakens me
from dreaming of you again.
My collie bounds toward the river
I call out for Charlie
but before I reach your blanket,
he found comfort on your lap.

With an uninvited disturbance,
you still grin widely.
My apologetic eyes are gladly defeated
as I take a seat
because Charlie finally said 'hello' for me;...