As I sat on the boat in the ocean of death 

accompanied by dark unsmiling silence,

The Lady in the Vellum swam swiftly to me.

Her skin glistened in the fulgent moonlight

that reflected immaculately in the atramentous body of water. 

As she ascended from the water, 

her luminous silver eyes met mine;

I instantly knew I had seen her before.

Not long ago, as I sat on the chair in the edifice of knowledge 

accompanied by dark unsmiling silence,

The Lady in the Vellum was placed in front of me.

Her words on the page sang to me like a bluejay before sunrise,

releasing a song of sadness for the universe to receive. 

The Lady placed her frail hand around mine 

and guided it on the vellum. 

Together, we created a textual masterpiece illustrating

My voyage to the ocean and it’s vicious waves. 

The more I painted, the more the darkness smiled;

the onyx waters slowly turned to Bahamian blue.

As I increasingly created still depictions of life, 

I did not notice the Lady’s descension 

Into the ocean from which she came,

Leaving me stranded in the ocean in a boat

Kept afloat by art.