Would the waves take me away
from the sorrow of life’s pain
along the crest we could fly
like the flitting migration of butterflies
Beyond the milky way
beside the gulf coast shore
its freckled sparkling light
as if never seen before
Time has ceased upon this
corner of earth
and we are sentenced to it
yet never pardon us from this moment
The only passing of minutes
by the slow descent of the sun
and the dance of insect wings
never coming undone.
Busted Flip Flops 
cause butterflies are free
As I read your poem, Jen, I heard a soft rap cadence bouncing along the words too. Lovely phrasings and message. Keep writing!
Thank you, Debra! I appreciate you. I am missing writing lately. Got to get back to it!