Robert L. Martin

Dancer on a Cloud 

Step by step as
Light as a feather
Suspended by air
The highway to outer space

Gesturing in the beauty
Of the dawn
And the glory of
Mother nature
As she kisses the
Dew on the morning lily

She holds it to her breast
Her palpitating heart
Her rejuvenated spirit
Her feet free of bondage
Free to dance and
Roam among the skies

{Robert L. Martin, Narbig65@yahoo.com}