Your Hands Hold Home

There is home in your hands
Wandering is still
Being still, being home

Movement is lighter here
For I need carry nothing
For with you there is no projection

You see what no one sees
Painting me with colours
I never knew I was

I can see by the light
That shines from your eyes
On the path that was hidden

Your silence is full
I share in your stillness
We speak with eyes, with hands
With then and with now

Your hands hold home