From Tear's to Cheers

A crayon is lost 
..and melts in the sun
The colour alone, is faded and runs

The dreams of a child
once as wild as the sun
now a mild spring day
In Ireland .

A candle is lit
somewhere unknown 
emotions are tripped 
a breath did blow

The fire that burned
inside to out
glowed with pasion in turn
and mindfull bouts

Whilst the wax 
hardens with pride
A beautifull sculpture
'threw ashe's did rise

painted with tears
the creation was clear 
no more remorse
or repent did bare