One Night

Content we are to dwell in gloom,
And drift to sleep 'midst tales of yore,
Of witches, wizards, dark of doom,
In cold embrace, with words ignored

As if another chance might come,
To mend the folly, fix the slight,
As if our reasons were but numb,
And cause enough to set things right.

Soft and dark, the night awaits,
Perhaps of fate, perhaps of dreams,
I stretch upon my broken fates,
And wait for dawn’s redeeming beams.

You read again of Hume, and glance,
Distracted, at my pale, bare back
That I offer to your fleeting trance.
One night. Each night. The same old act.