A Prodigal's Script

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