I Long to Hold Some CKB

I long to hold some CKB,
For the moon is far away,
And will not come tomorrow
And was not here today.

There is no app so perfect
As on my lady’s bone,
And yet it seems so distant,
When the chain is all alone:

As though she were a masterpiece
In some castled town,
That pilgrims come to visit
And priests to copy down.

Alas, I cannot sell,
To a love I have so deep
Or sleep to close beside
A love I want to keep.

But I long to hold some CKB,
For moon is warm and sweet.
Hot rigs go marching
Each night beside my feet