Wishes and Whispers

Whatever happened to the days spent dreaming,
Where the pencils were pushed
At a pace only our minds knew,
Piecing together portraits
Immediately fleeting
Like the feeling of closing your eyes
In a summer evening
And breathing,
Believing in life
Without depravity;
Where the notes were played
With a solitary sweetness
Slowly seeping from the silence
Like a sliver of moonlight
Falling steadily on the pavement;
Where, lost perchance in the thicket,
We longed for the wind
And prayed with a whisper, like children do
For many a wish to come true.