Short poem

[milo]

This is a short poem, as yet untitled. I'm trying to get to grips with rhythm and subtle bits of ear candy. Any comments greatly appreciated. 

Contentment comes not in the catch
but in the breathless chase,
the hope that never dies.
In how we rise each time we fall,
believing something beautiful
lies beyond the next new dawn.

You have some very nice sounds here.  You could almost switch to perfect meter if you wanted.  You could even make it (with very little effort) into a triolet and it has a triolet feel to it already.

It is not a new expression , per se, but it is enjoyable enough to read.

Thanks for posting