Soft; soft is the world and its weary sights
To my eyes when Steven's figure lights
The stage, and twists, dancing.
Dropping layer, then layer, to the priv'ledged floor,
His skin shines, he shines - some inner store
Of radiance, entrancing
Mine eyes, and I'll shake as he shakes,
Rapturously, loving th' love he makes
Well up, like heart-blood, in me.
Still he dances, my Steven, dances
All o'er my brain, he prances!
The hugest joy, O he enhances
To revelling jubilee.
Steven in Concert
Another attempt at an earlier one - I actually drew this ages ago but only added in the background today. It's a little unfinished but I like him in white... well I like him in stripes better - I put him in stripes last time - but what can you do. The actual figure is better in this one though - the muscle, the pose, the shapes, etc. His hands. I do like his hair better in the first one.
