A rainbow above, a wattlebird lifting below — and somewhere between them, a little daydream opened. This poem follows that gentle climb into thin air, where time loosens, and words drift without lines.
Is Time A Daydream?
Wattlebirds and rainbows
do not rhyme,
but both are sublime,
and glow in the sunshine
there above my eyeline.
Perhaps a mirage of mine
inside my mind
during my daydream time.
Where life is not a crime,
and the tall alpines
are painless to climb.
Up there,
beyond thin air,
I breathtakingly find —
only words with no lines.
For those still wandering between half-waking and half-dreaming… as daydream time drifts beyond thin air, let this beautiful song carry the journey a little further.
Ivor Steven © October 2026
