I have watered under dust, <br />I've skimmed the deepest sea; <br />Seen the gold turn into rust, <br />Inside you and me. <br /> <br />Words and whispers confident, <br />Creeping shadows all unite; <br />Darkness from the cold and night, <br />Here with me abide. <br /> <br />Angels gone to fame and light, <br />I was behind the stages; <br />Shifting shadows into fight, <br />Those were outrages.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/31-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
