Pause

Continuity lacks meaning without break Sometimes the winds blow uphill and other times down or perhaps even parallel All,it all takes a pause We work,then we rest Whichever conditions allow Nothing is ever absolute linear the break of day beckons night to emerge With it comes the purge of the day's Anguish And within it's darkness the calm of a placid context The so cherished intercept of perpetual Nature We either lothe it or embrace it Depends on our perception of existence But the inevitable fact is that it's all a necessary glitch A taste of what is to come for all A glimpse of something better Something that truly defines vanity It is said,or it is believed Peace is an awkward pause between wars But it is what it is,peace Perhaps death is a journey back to whence we came from Or just another long pause between the now and the unknown that comes afterwards. Poetry by Edward