To See What Steven Sees

Sometimes at night I turn
My attention to the ceiling
Looking at the plaster
To see what Steven sees

When the Queen Vic cannot
Hold my attention any longer
I lift my eyes to the ceiling
To see what Steven sees

Can he see past the stone?
What visions are his alone?
Oh how lucky to see
What Steven sees

He does not flinch or groan
He is patience, he is silence
And I look at the ceiling
Afraid of what Steven sees