Empty stare.

His eyes wide with a long thought,
The emptiness flows almost against my will.
Winters in summer evenings,
a convincing twilight guided my steps.

The wild blue light of tenderness,
noises that only cause distress.

The line runs towards oblivion,
of time wasted in contemplation.
Emptiness and the look of boredom.

All of these things will come to pass.
Then, this rainy weather is beautiful,
When we learned to dance.