A Compelled Write Poem by Matthew Holloway

There is something far more compelling
Than those endless odes to love
Than high piled tributes to another
Claims of souls eternally bound
And whimsical verses of the eyes
That life and death are mere points
On a far more magical journey
Oh how sweet they all ring out
yet they fall as autumnal leaves
To the ground and fade to nothing
The human touch is warm
And dreams claim all weathers
As night and day phase together
In the blink of an infants eye
Young is the morning
And old the cloaking eve
As night descends before sleep
Live, live this life you hold
And celebrate all joys
For the sorrows shall come
In time we learn and know
That there is something
Far more compelling to be