Home Is The Air I Breathe

welcome to our home
the house of rustic timber and stone
home is where my heart is now
and now I live here alone
but I’m cosy and comfortable
wearing the same old shoes
talking and walking her every mile
she’s in every covering stone
she’s in the marrow of my bones
we share the air I breathe
inhaling her gracious spirit
capturing her living essence
absorbing her love into my blood
flowing through my pumping veins
cascading upon my open heart
caressing my solitary core
embracing our glorious souls as one

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Candles In The Rain

Saturday was a brilliant day
Last night the rain poured into Sunday
The heavy drops washed lustre away
A cold wind cut through my chest today
I’m reading the news from yesterday
The vulnerable children are still crying
Court deadlines are being ignored
Thousands of innocent hearts still torn
Pierced by government swords
Wielded from behind their closed doors
Hear the multitude’s pleading words
Listen to your conscience
See the children’s pain
Let their candles burn in the rain

A special thanks to Elle, for supplying the above quote by Margaret Mead, and to Sue for her guidance in setting up my “Voice to Text” app’

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Soul Mates, A Song

The sun is shining, the day is grand, I found our Anniversary band, made of pure silver, here in my hand, I’ll mount it on a stand, like the day she placed the gift in my hand, hand in hand we still stand, our feet sharing the warm sands, yes my memories are grand, so let’s strike up the band.


Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Soul Mates And Stormy Seas

Three decades I cared for her
My loving wife
Tending to her sorrowful erosions
We sailed many stormy Seas together
Crashing waves upon crushing waves
She was battered
I was torn
Miraculously we survived
Our wounded hearts grew closer
I admired her courage and grace
I worshipped her unabated love
Then her finality occurred
Our souls have never parted
Entwined, the same as when we started

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

Where Is Their Tomorrow

I eat, I drink, I sleep

I casually dream of yesterday’s

I Shamefully wonder about tomorrow’s

I’m walking along my sunny street

I’m alive and free as a bird

But I’m anxiously emotional about tomorrow

Will the children wake-up without crying

Will the children see sunlight today

Will the children be with their parents tomorrow

Where are the mindless sleeping

Where are their consciences today

Where are their lies going tomorrow

Ivor Steven (c) 2018

I’m In Pieces After The Crash

In my hand I hold a beam

The smallest of silver screens

Reflecting my hidden dreams

My pocket mirror of silent screams

Shamefully I’m blushing blood red

Deeply scolding myself instead

Selfishly my crash is but a drop in the ocean

Seeing rivers of crushed tears dripping from the children

Children alone, yet to be reunited

Children trashed and yet unsighted

Ivor Steven (c) 2018