Dream work

will you talk to me here 
in the bowels of this long closed library 
built before my father's eyes saw light 
and just after the final soldier passed 
in that insidious war 
 
I know you dwell within these walls 
the timeless, seamless realm of the afterlife 
talk to me now 
give me more than a few words 
though I can hear in them the longing 
 
spirit that visits me in not only my dreams 
but also in the few moments of light as I awaken 
here we are 
alone where you need not be afraid 
tell me of your life 
of your death 
of the dreams you had 
how can I know you 
from this side?

From This Side