I’m actually very hard to find,

I have looked but hidden is this mind.

Seek me very far, or seek me in the stars,

Look much closer to home, or peer into my bones.

But wherever I am sought, that is where I am not,

and whoever it is that seeks, that is who I’ll be.

Thus have I heard said, as it is for us undead,

We that shed light, with eyes that take flight.

Very unlike the silent ocean behind,

Now – it is her turn to hide.