An Infinite Mile

Words I have sung to be taken aback

be staggered by a shot of Kodak

But treading in midst of an echoing track

Was always meant for my cul-de-sac

Before the truth I would humbly kneel

Hold my anguish at your earnest appeal

And even in my most profound peril

I have only ever besought to feel

The ebbing away of an edified steel

The yearning for your lingered pastille

And it shall be my fatuous conceal

Of what has befallen to be real

Setting foot on my sequestered isle

Your breath has gusted the sand labile

And with every grain I reconcile

I’d walk with you an infinite mile