Analysis of "tan" revised

Washed pebbles on the beach,
waiting to turn to sand.
As of heaven GOD, a pelican
let us slip through his hand.

Sea breeze evensongs flow of the night,
strewn Angels peering strung from stars so bright.
Sunsets adulated shrines from above,
cocoons melt us together to form true love.

Prayers from vesper,
tan butterfly from the sand,
hovering over the covering,
of grass so high concrete shove,
become a statue of one.

Stare in my eyes for my soul to dare,
fly back in the grass I tried,
grasping your solace in my hands wings,
we fly away glad with surprise.