Your flat familiar vowels curl my toes.
I nestle on the settee, hold my breath,
watch planets burst from embryonic glow.
I wonder at your wonder and feel blessed
that, when ‘Star' seems to mean celebrity
your eyes shine starstruck by the laws of life,
reflect rays of sublime curiosity,
describe the highest aim of humankind.
Your Manchester tones make me feel at home,
yet transport my spirit from the mundane
to contemplate the pond of all that's known
and tremble in my marvellous tiny place.
So! When your realm and mine has come and gone,
someplace, some time line, life shall carry on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely put together, I guess in some small way, we're all stars.