Phoebe

Your wind blown kisses, reach a maritime shingle, circle around the Ithmus, crossing the Atlantic, they dance and tingle, turn blue waves frantic, to escape from crisis, where crowds might mingle, sea birds wing sunlight, you skip in your antics, lips pursed and jingled, sea roses shine static, bourne of resistance, a resplendent canticle, pray safety his ship, it's worth being stoic, not remaining single, in shipping lane traffic, wearing his ring.