She knows who she is

Spring Goddess

of the leafy boughs

in Glastonbury

the magical showers

of dewy  spangles from the blue

bring harmony to carry through

a life force and an energy

a real survivability

an irresistable compelling soul

of native wit and pure control

empowered by magic

and thoughts of might

able always to feel the light

imperishable in every way

with secret knowledge of the fey

down from the Tor

An  unchanging view

the Isle of Avalon

its on view

see full circle

perpetuate

such magic spills

each altered state

bewitched perhaps

unrecognized

enchant

and metamorphasized

such fate its held in store for me

heritage and posterity

an immortal and unending destiny

Able to beautify

and to be

an everlasting constancy

with flowing locks

a youthful smile

a fashion of  spells

a chorus of style

a touch bohemian

a miraculous soul

with incredible looks

And  her maverick role

harmony kicks in

at caring,  she

is fully  fledged

and her craft we  see

she wants  for nothing

such tenacity

a beauitiful  voice

With such clarity

always looks fetching

in whatever pose

a raven haired eternal magical rose

enlightened and special

her sorcery sound

her scents  and her artistry

it doth abound

daring and honest

in awe,    I be

in her black dragon Kia

when she turns on that key

to solicit a journey

where magic evolves

With her  prognostic prophetic

predictive  she solves

Her  true divination

her manner  her care

Just by being herself

The bard knows  how rare

she is and will always be

on whatever  journey he makes with her.