Holy Scripture

A Sonnet

I wish that moment could be forever
all written down as our holy scripture,
permanent image, just like a picture,
our tender immortal sweet together.
Fourteen years have passed in the lonely night
with mem’ry to fill the you I so miss
I cry in my wine to Pearl Jam’s Last Kiss,
filling my dreams with what could be and might.
I face the dawn of the millenium
full of bitter anguish and such sorrow
with no joy or hope in my tomorrows.
Today’s children, I simply pity them,
	all they shall see of you is this picture
	and for them this is no holy scripture.