when I breath

(note image can't attach by phone here by phone) 

there is a place where love rings true 

where the artist is heaven and he paints in crystal blue 

I love moments in silent times 

me, my son, and a glass of wine 

we get lost in visions that reflect our soul 

forever young even as time makes us old 

I can't count the number of alone days 

but lonely is never a word used in my alone ways 

empty and star-less is midnights sky 

they were pulled from heaven and put in someone's eyes