what glory- a paradelle

holding the soft morning, round and perfect in my hands
holding the soft morning, round and perfect in my hands
what glory will be found in this day
what glory will be found in this day
what in this perfect morning glory will be found
holding my hands in the soft and round day

the sun and moon skyward beyond the pale blue
the sun and moon skyward beyond the pale blue
seeking heaven and the glittering stars away
seeking heaven and the glittering stars away
away beyond the pale glittering stars
the sun and moon skyward seeking blue heaven

I sought and found sweet refuge and home
I sought and found sweet refuge and home
under the steep ridge and deep green hollow
under the steep ridge and deep green hollow
sweet green home refuge sought
and I found ridge and hollow, steep and deep

and my perfect home will be found away
in this glittering skyward
beyond the round sun, and found seeking
the steep ridge and the deep hollow
morning glory heaven I sought in the soft green and pale blue
and holding this day, what refuge under the stars and moon

*** This is a paradelle – a parody of form invented by Billy Collins and inflicted on the dVerse pub by Brian Miller, whom I used to admire and consider a friend, but have recently had a change of heart.
His note regarding the form.
NOTE: The paradelle is a poem of four six-line stanzas in which the first and second lines, as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas, must be identical. The fifth and sixth lines, which traditionally resolve these stanzas, must use all the words from the preceding lines and only those words. Similarly, the final stanza must use every word from all the preceding stanzas and only those words.