As Time Repeats Itself

Is there really a chance... That this farewell was to long?
The goodbyes combined with words with no meaning.
Your skin so fair, Yet so fragile...
We kiss one last time, until we meet again.
Your soul slowly breathing into me,
Warming me with your every smile,
I don't know what I did wrong...
Our love, Like a blossoming flower.
Through seasons the flower withers, But blooms back once again.
Through this neverland...
The flower will never wither again...
With the land without seasons.
Called by the seven seas,
Called by the gossip of the trees,
And called by the stars so far away...
I journey for your pedal once again,
I wish you to be a petal upon the flower of our life once again.
The singing of the morning birds,
So seductive,
So attracting,
Could they be telling me you are near?
I truly have no other options...
I follow every limb on the tree,
I follow each birds cry,
and every wave of the ocean...
After slowly losing hope,
I see a little girl upon a rock,
Weeping tears into the river.
Like Deja Vu` I remember this, Could time be reversing itself?
Is each flower reversing it's cycles?
The answer lines within time itself.
Like Deja Vu`, we meet once again.
I walk to the stone in which you lay...
The stone slowly decaying away...
I hold you in my arms once more.
Everything a reality, Everything a religion.
It is impossible to feel every emotion on earth,
Though not impossible to paint every color.
I paint a picture of the scenery,
So close, yet also so distant...
The picture complete, Though it decays more and more each day...
Until that faithful night...
When everything burned up, And there was nothing left of the memory.
Could it be that this Deja Vu` is merely just myself...
Myself trapped inside the portrait I once cherished?
An Endless Cycle...
That only time itself can explain.