Levi Mericle Poet Rhyme

Seeking Clara

Clara, Clara come out to play 
And rise from your satin bed 
Close the door against the day 
And I won’t tell you’re dead 

Clara my sweet Clara
The angels bid you wake 
The tyrants rise before your eyes 
Against a closed mistake 

Clara oh sweet Clara 
Remember why you’re dead 
And why you lay among the stones 
That gently forms your bed 

Clara, Clara come out to play
Awake oh gentle loom 
And weave your meaning in the day 
And out from the tomb

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Andrea Dietrich December 29, 2009 at 8:36 PM This is an interesting read. I don't know if Clara was someone famous who died or what. But this reads very well. andrea