A Darkling Thrush

I saw her face behind the pane. I found bewildered Tennessee. Feel him splashing in the haze. That painful trait. A man of space. Dead caffeine curse while dying sound. The caffeine bells and doctor stray. Disappearing with seminal hope. Illusions melting in the Slopes. I know that if I sought her close and Called her name and kissed her nose, My Eyes would see The light that lashed. But behind the pane was only dark. I saw her face behind the pane. I found bewildered Tennessee. Feel him splashing in the haze. That painful trait. A man of space. A man of space. space. Man of space. space. of space. A man of Space