Souls during sleep

* I am re-posting this old post due to change of email account. *

I was telling you

how, millions of years ago,

with Oxygen levels extremely high,

the wettest rain-forests burnt wild

and skies were a perpetual sepia

I remember one time

Lost along the ceiling of uneven dark,

wondering how marvels come by -

marvels long gone, marvels long due -

I looked at you

who had fallen asleep on my arm,

whose soul had sneaked out

sometime during the Earth-story

The soul had left you - all souls of living bodies do -

well, in slumber only.

Dreams are accounts of souls a-wandering;

imports not for us to hold

The night rippled on your face

And moving closer... closer...

I fell asleep

as softly as a fallen leaf