Lines, Vines And Trying Times Poem by My Lady Eagle

Radiant as ever,
Given that the light of
A lonely sun is on its wake,
You oh so lovely star is
What my heart shall entertain.

And it was cold inside-
The dewless leaves
And the stillness of blue.

Oh what rays
Could ever penetrate me
But of your shade,
Your wings,
My beloved.

Pick me-from the strangest of vineyards,
From the farthest of lands.
Let me be of service:
A satisfying taste-
To a taste-conceiving tongue.

And as for me,
I'll lie in the sweetest of wordings,
My best, though it be other's worst.

Oh hear my lines-
For they were playful.