Deluded

Black cups of coffee
A cane lamp creating a mesh of patterns on the wall
Pillows thrown around
An aura of approaching dawn

Hours passed by
And sleep deluded me all through
Like Vermeer’s paintings
Life created valid illusions

It’s strange sometimes
To let light paint on your soul
A painting that it desires

It’s strange sometimes
To become a canvas for someone
And to let them hang you on the wall
After the painting is done