What is beauty without love?
How lovely is a world
chill with indifference?
The sunshine is warm, and the quiet breeze
is soft upon my face,
but I do not sense it.
I hear the music--the majesty that fills
the cathedral and the peace that echoes
from its splendor.
It reaches me,
it touches my inner being
exultant,
sublime...
I gaze toward the stars--
There is silence
and emptiness--
it is no more.
I am alone.
What is beauty without love?
--9/1/73
