Starry's Tale

Starry's a yare nymph
Who lives in wild shadows
Her mother Moonlight casts
Within a restless midnight
Glenn, where shades transmute
From cloudy to translucent,
Where tiny sounds of sadness creep
Into the land of Tir na nOg.

In a place where sunshine is famous
Starry sleeps beneath a golden chanterelle,
Until at last the darkness falls to wake her,
And little sprinkles of her namesake whisper
Freedom verses in her ear, while wee fae
Lift the veil of dreaming from her face.

Starry's a yare nymph
Who longs to travel but knows
Her place is home in Tir na nOg,
Within the darkling valley,
Unseen by most yet not unknown.
For in a cloud, behind a shadow,
Silent slippers scurry to and fro,
Wildly casting what-ifs everywhere she goes.

~ARCantu