The Silent Bows of Life

I don't know where you are
but I see your hands
in the wind that blows
so powerfully from the East
and I also hear your voice
singing the songs
left silent distances
and then the different stories
like the incredible novels
destinies without direction
still alive in history.
In the silence I hear
the silent bows of life
ploughing the swollen seas
and the wakes on the waves
slide forward
between the darkness and the pains
the storms and the punishments
and then in the distance
I also hear the tired voices
of mothers and children
in the long nights of life.