I am up there
singing by the sun
belching golden buzzers
all around me
And down here I
let fireflies lead the way
and silence sounded the gong
in and out
I adorn
character of green comet
gliding amid
shining stars in varied flickers
on my way home
To a calling a million times
aborted for pastures
a prodigal among glittering stars
comes home
Too late or
late bloomer: this prodigal