I think about you most of every day

I think about you most of every day.
You are the gift that graces all I do,
The single star that lights my lonely way.

I miss so much what words cannot convey:
The lilt, the laugh, the smile, the savor new.
I think about you most of every day

And dream about the places where you play,
Wandering where you might wander, too,
The single star that lights my lonely way,

The happiness that haunts where I must stay,
This wilderness of soul where wounds accrue.
I think about you most of every day,

And in this cell where I am locked away,
Where no one hears my song, I sing to you,
The single star that lights my lonely way.

I sing of truth that words cannot betray
And love no harrowing can hide from view.
I think about you most of every day,
The single star that lights my lonely way.

---Nicholas Gordon