Sailing Along

A bird flies,
  across the blue sky.
Underneath the clouds,
  and overhead.

Thoughts ring out of,
  laughter, good times, and memories.
Even of things,
  that were never said.

Life never seems,
  as long as it should be.
But always as brief,
  as it truly is.

Clouds with their whitecaps,
  sailing along,
Comforting us,
  in our moments of sorrow.

Ride that cloud today my friend,
  like that bird in the sky.
But one tomorrow,
   I promise you,we will sail again.

by ken snyder