Wandering to the touch in the twilight, in the dark,
In search of raving particles of light,
What is not the rays of the sun in this day,
A continuously shining light,
Wandering day and night in the dark,
Entangled in the shadows and dawn,
Seeking rampant in a flickering star,
And with a telescope on another planet,
Staying so easy in pitch darkness,
Inside the light source without noticing..