Different Circles

Shadows like a life that hides upon The butterfly effect on the pond— By young twilight, coming through a shriek, Nettle of the stillness changed and gone. From my shadow self, her meeting's gauze, Similarly a rippling cause, The secrets shadow crown is keeping— For before rabbit trail prayers of was. The glowing person though not a star, The moon sweeps through impossible scars, That I vowed were only skin's cobwebs— How its light's will slow besides my heart.