Light

I stare at the ceiling, trying to clear my mind
And of course, as before, I see it there
Optical illusion, not that hard to find
Source of light, shadow reflected, but from where?

It's so clear when close to the fixture
Where the light hits and the spackle's shadows form
But as my eyes wander toward the window
Protrusion appears indention and shadows reform

It's a simple trick of the eye
From where the light comes and the mind perceives
And even when I try
I find that still my mind deceives

But it's not really deception
How we see things in a different light
Simply a matter of perception
And it changes, try as we might

Master painters know this well
Light is the key to the eye and mind
And in light and color perception will dwell
To this end, their art they refine

So, of course, my mind wanders back to you
And I experience a subtle sort of epiphany
What I may perceive may not always be true
And it's not deception when you must be who you must be

It doesn't change the way I feel but how I see