In Beauty May I Walk

In
 beauty
 may I walk,
 in moonlit meditation
 gifted of grassy earth and
 whispered on downy-blown breezes.
 My pulse, the unembellished cadence
 acknowledged
 by my every step
 (attentive and intent,
 long from heel to toe),
 and by my every breath
 (experienced singularly,
 belly in-swelling
 and out-sinking,
 as the slow,
 whole
 heave of tide
 in the moon’s wake,
 or the moon itself in mine).
 I am as the yet unborn starlight
  that will consummate the dawn.