The Past

This is my first attempt at a Sonnet. I used the Shakespeare version of 3 quads and a couplet for the 14 lines. the only thing I could think of was the quote "The past is the past... no one cares." which came at me from the speaker at my church. Enjoy!

The story is fresh within my mind
The pen arches and flourishes with life
As it dances across the destined lines
Pursuing the tale, like a hound after a fox.

Each instance vivid in colors, bursting
Into images, a movie on big screen
The actors are flawless, each line
Presented as emotional perfection

The audience cries when needed, laughs
Appreciatively, their hearts fill
With the tale like it was theirs to own
Yet they only paid for admission.

To what does it matter, does it
Invigorate. The Past is the Past.