The idea of ‘forever’ used to be impossible,
The thought of ‘eternity’ simply improbable.
But then I met you and it all makes sense,
The wedding, the kids, even the white picket fence.
“Till death do us part” isn’t that what they say?
Let’s focus on life and live it to the fullest everyday.
You make me believe in “happily ever after”,
I can’t wait for us to start this new chapter.


Love, Jaz

Do you come from the eyes of the crocodile?
That lurks on the windowsill
In the east of the city
Away from the gardens

Near a safe
Where a note is hidden
Protected from the eyes of the uninitiated
The safe belongs to whisperers

They stand in circles
Circles of love and envy
They open restaurants everywhere
Are you one of their children?

They are secretive
You are often silent
Do you belong to them?
The crocodile belongs to me

24/7 with its mouth wide open
Where a colossus and his son live
In the east, away from the gardens
Separated from the bottom of the sea

Who are you?
I think
I would love you
If I knew you

That’s the problem, you say
For the first time, you lift your head
Break your silence
Wanting to understand everything, you say with a sigh

That sentence dissolves everything
You and me
The whisperers in their circle
The maw of the crocodile

In the evening I will pray
To receive answers
My thoughts are stained
That’s why I search for truth

The crocodile sleeps
East has become west
Day to night
Good night my love
Sleep well

I will stand guard in your dreams
Anyone who disturbs you will be destroyed by me
Now you have a protector
Sleep well, my angel

Как волна морская,
Как ночной прибой,
Дева молодая
В дымке голубой.

Лёгкая походка
И осиный стан —
Солнышко дарило
Голубой дурман.

Мысли разлетались,
Пели соловьи.
Боже, как прекрасна!
Глаз не отвести.

Лёгкая походка
И осиный стан...
Может показалось?
Может был обман?  

Нет... Идёт красотка,
В белом, словно снег.
Глаз скользящий, долгий...
Серебристый смех.

Лёгкая походка
И осиный стан —
Словно в море лодка
Плыла по волнам.

Реет белый парус,
Глаз не отвести —
Звёзды рассыпались
На её пути

Юности цветенье
В божием саду.
Жизни наслаждение —
Я смотрю, смотрю.

The muted softness of the pastels,
Soft enough to be an infant's nursery,
Gently filled the post-dawn sky.
I wondered what the sunrise would bring.
The warm glow began to simmer
Along the horizon on the eastern view
Like the start of the Smithy's forge
Blown from its soft glow into a blaze.
The sun came with its fire rising,
Arcing red-hot around the sun.
Within these moments, a new day, born.