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 falling leaf
 

© Mukta Asnikar

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