The rage of loss

The face that was familiar is no more
The  golden meaning of the world destroyed
Where is  love and where are its new laws?

Though none but God itself should be adored
The rage of loss   for  tumult is employed
The face that was familiar is no more

In the earthly life come no encores
As down the river we each  float unmoored
What is  love and where are its new laws?

Hate and envy  give no cruel succour
Yet whose the heart that  loss has fast devoured?
The face that was familiar is no more

Must we sip the fatal  bloody gore?
Must the evil humans be empowered
What is  love and are there  gracious laws?

Over me the fear and panic  glowers
Shall I hide  in some  old unused sewer?
The face that was familiar is no more
Will the memory   birth a new desire?