Aquiescence

Was it all a day dreamerâ??s illusionâ?¦
Those things that you reveled,
Of god not being in you or me,
But in the little space between you and i.
Of love being a feeling that we share
But really showing that we care

At the nonce of truth that we spent with each other,
You had always said that weâ??d together.
That present was bliss.
Now which I miss.
I canâ??t call it nostalgia,
Cos, I envisage
That every beginning does have an end
like the profound moment of a newborn
Spells its dusk at its dawn.