We Who Have Loved – Michel Montecrossa

We who have loved
have woven gold
into the virgin’s sacred hair
near the great gate
where men lay
and the sea was near
and the air was clear.

We who have loved,
we didn’t pass
into nothingness of the past.
There were birds on the branches
and the moon’s palace sang
for the dead relieved.

We who have loved
sang with the dusk,
saw glories of dawns,
touched her sweet hands,
saw the look of her eyes,
love that never ends.
We who have loved.
We who have loved.

We who have loved
saw the child
deeply awakened
in the dreaming height,
saw and embraced
the Mother’s Light.
We who have loved.
We who have loved.