Everlasting Breath Poem by Kasia Fedyk

Sitting under the tree, fresh life on those branches,
emeralds dancing in a gentle breeze just enough to tango once more,
to the rhythm of the wind,
maybe waltz, I can't tell, only they can.

I try to listen to the composers notes, coming faintly, behind a veil,
I can only feel the truth they are swaying to, so beautiful.

I can't see my own, the door closes before I can completely step in and dance,
when I do, something stops me,
I know I carry a veil, preventing me from its fullness.

Why can't I just let go and become that tree with shimmering emeralds,
dancing, so beautifully to the truth and its music,
what stops me from this experience,
I don't know.

Always departs leaving me empty, it leaves me alone, to find, to search,
so much more, so much deeper,
I want to let go, just let go,
My every breath controlled by something.

I want my breath to be the everlasting melody of truth,
it never settles on those notes,
goes around, and round, disturbing the place I so search for,
I can't find it.

I can't find myself in the truth but do, in the opposite of the truth itself.