Catching Pause Poem by James McLain

It is with breath that we pause waiting for next
is it again next that we have drawn yet gone?
It is the net be it your mesh filled us with song
is it wrong waiting so long pride of pink dawn.

It is the mist of breath deep driven slopes
is it sandleless feet souled hopes of hemp?
It is darkened cheeks teared meek in line
is it colorless mind all did so find saving.

It is the brightest of flame burning ever so hot
is it the coldest of passion fading in fasion?
It is the pause of time past nor the present
is it a future of now stilled in pause of rest.

It is ransomed to find deep in our chest beating new.