WHISPERED - NOT YET - by Dr.Who3

WHISPERED  -  NOT  YET by   Dr.Who3 Dreams,  like syrup, flow across our souls and into the spirit to invade our waking moments with half remembered events. The touch of a friend, the heart that tells of a lover met,  not yet; and tears, not spilt nor tasted. . . . not yet. Beside me lies the ghost of love, not yet; the pain and sweat of  passion's loss, not yet, nor taste of lips, the salt of life, not yet. Somewhere  in the darkness a haunting  sultry whisper. . . . "not  yet."