Substitute

I would not change you 

For all the gold in the world

I think out loud

She smiles, as not I 

We cannot imagine being apart

So natural is our coupling 

I think, she thinks 

I move, she moves

We lie still, look up at the white ceiling

As if it holds the answers 

To our questions 

As if we could write down our dreams on it 

In pencil, in our finest handwriting 

Leave them there for time to decide

Whether we should remember them or not

The weather is changing 

The leaves have all but fallen from the trees

But still the sun tries to shine

To warm our minds and body 

We make little noises of contentment 

Still too sleepy to say much

In that wonderful cosy place

Half between asleep and awake

The wind blows in through the open window

It is like a whisper 

Everything is well 

Everything is well 

For a long time we have tried to reach this place

Perhaps it is all the more satisfying

Because we had to fight for it

The birds are hiding 

We do not hear them sing 

But spring is something to look forward to 

How peculiar, to have wishes for the future

I reach out for her hand

It fits in mine like the stone in the middle of a peach

There really is no substitute for love and life.