Before I Disappear

I am a iridescent dagger
hanging free from a blue eave.

I hold conspicuous pearls inside this form.

I have blue crystals inside me,
Now red, now green, now anything bright allowed to shine or drip or dream.

When Sun comes out I start to become a faucet.

Dripping pearls. Losing my hold. I could fall below into all that piled up whiteness.

I start to realize I won't be this beautiful for long.

Where are the clouds to glue me back?
Where is the wind and snow?

Come back Icy Creator.
I am melting.

Slowly, my brilliance dwindling.
What will become of me?
Even now as I drip below
I can feel myself becoming less and less.

My bold glazed self retreating into desperate lonely things.

What is this change?

I am a relucent, strong being of worth and resplendent virtue.

No. No. No.

My rutilant nature falling away.

My sparkling splendorous self leaking down a drain.

My witty mystery dissolve.
My sleek dazzle razzle drizzle

This cannot be happening.

When will an icy storm come to save me?

Build me back. Hurry. Before I disappear forever.

Oh my goodness

2 inches left till death comes and steals my animated bubbly champagne,
My vivacious dance of crystal opalescent glory dwindling faster and faster.

All those eyes staring into my prismatic prism of magic will no longer stop to see how I shine.

They will no longer see how my scintillating crystals speak into their rusty, seeking hearts.

What is this cruel fluctuating I feel as I become less and less.

I am losing shape as I head into this multi layered drop.

Falling, dropping.

Blue crystals descending down
Each one a tear drop from the sun.

Who am I now?

Nobody answers.

Who am I now to sink in powder?

To breathe amidst this new wonderous, white blanket.

I was one form.

Now I am ten thousand drops awaiting time to change me yet again.

Where does it all go to?

Who is behind this thought, thinking with sympathetic introspection?

This inflamed awareness.

This golden spiral majesty.

SUN SUN SUN

Melting me.

I hear the white blanket of powder running through the streets, pouring off the rooftops.

All by myself
This lonely drop of water
Once a mighty dagger full of kaleidoscopic reflections.

Now I can't remember anything.

What will become of me as I go running down this street?

I feel. I feel.
I feel excited, trembling, my strong form lost. New rules apply.
My conspicuous pearls burned down to a drop of vapor awaiting to rise back into the sky and be recycled back into one form.

Majestic. Pure. Solid.

Translucent diamonds burning savage in an icy cage.

Build me back to what I was and let me feel what that was like before I disappear into this drain and fall again through blackness.

But wait.
My vapor rising.
Ascending.
I am flying
I am flying
Up UP UP

Now in cloud
Awaiting to start again.

Before I disappear
And turn into a frozen rainbow hanging from someone's house.