The Dimming of the Day

On the night I died I dreamt those twilight dreams
The way you fever dream when you’re half awake
I saw my family surrounding me
Those living and those passed away as well
A scene so clear for just a moment
Evaporated in an instant 
To facing that door I’d painted long ago
No blinding light beyond its frame was flashing
No matter a nightingale or lark outside
The music faded as all our music will
That coming dark I thought seemed the deepest black
Profoundest silence astonished me to smile
There were no ghosts waiting to welcome me 
This dimming down had led to just this grave