Analysis of Riding on a bubble.

Sat upon bubble of marbled colours
Its texture so wavy and thick to me
It floated o'er a rainbow you see
Who's colours reflected on it devine
As if a butterfly had lost its wing
I but a speckle on its starlit ring
Falling and rising liked pearl white veined leaves
A wish and a blessing repenting thieves
Alas forever it was not to be
For bubbles must pop inevitably
And so I thought as vivid as I fell
Which angel or God would save me from hell
Then I landed and nestled within you
With devine assignment for me to do.