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