sometimes the sky
in all its moving beauty
rescues me from sorrow
Transcending
Sacred Emily
petals poised
in perfection
transcended by
her scent sublime
Transcendence
grace
is the alchemy
that blooms the bud
Infinity
a gathering
of dew drops
individuality transcended
After the Dance
Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.