The clouds parted, exposing a river bright blue
My hazy visions, suddenly became true
I’m standing in a flower-bed of dreams
I see strawberry fields covered in sun-beams
My veins feel like bubbling mountain streams
The family circle, has my heart bursting at the seams
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Inside my head, in my bed
Inside my mind, in a bind
Thoughts of you, always you
Visions of you, all of you
In my mind, I’m so blind
I’m so blind, to my mind
Too many dreams, so it seems
What’s it all mean, so many dreams
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m under a dome, inside a maze
A giant steel worm farm
Crawling with thousands of ants
Bugs of all shapes and forms
Some are dazed, dumbfounded like me
Others stride out bold and carefree
Seeking their worm’s tunnel
Walking down an endless funnel
Where the guzzling worms stop and go
Slurping ants up, riding to and fro
Oh no, which steel worm to catch
Before the grinding halt, to hatch
Unfazed, into a mysterious belly I jump
The giant worm rattles at every bump
Rolling through underground passages
And all the ants are reading messages
I quietly ask one, “where do I get off this worm”
Ah, “You’re in the wrong tunnel “, I’m lost !!
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Bedtime Lullaby
Scream, scream
Who woke me, from my dream
I was riding on a magic jetstream
Made of purple and crimson beams
The infants screams do not cease
Poor child’s not at peace
Too young to comprehend why
There’s no bedtime lullaby
Mother’s glazed eyes look dry
Her love, caressing the baby’s cries
She’s loyally doing her best
For both, a tough journey, over this distant crest
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The flight is dragging on
But I’m not overly stressed
Nor is my patience running thin
My mind’s drifting back in time
I remember those trying days
Spent with Carole, and the hospital bed
Waiting in emergency rooms
Hours and hours on end
Holding her hand, she wouldn’t let go
Once I sat with her for two days
In emergency, before a bed was available
I learnt about patience and how to wait
I discovered the realities of hospital life
I saw there was always someone worse
Who needed to be treated first
I knew their pain and tears shed
I knew how honest Hearts bled
Ivor Steven (c). 2019
Take-off and I’m soaring, in an iron dove
High in the clouds heaven is above
Jetting through the stratosphere
Strapped inside her belly, feeling no fear
My rocking shoes have found the aisle
An armchair ride, flying in style
Red wine, to calm my nerves
Delicious food, increase the curves
Hours and hours of humming sounds
I hear time echoing on the rebound
My clock is ticking backwards
My life’s shadows are travelling forwards
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Of course, I’ll pick a good Australian band, here I’ve chosen, ‘Augie March’, a lot of you might not have heard of them , from my state Victoria, and a country town called Shepparton. I love this song of theirs, ‘One Crowded Hour’, something like how I’m feeling as I’m heading in the one hour bus trip, to Melbourne airport, getting closer to take off… Yeah….
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
