Author Edward Rowland Sill Black, frost-cold distance, sparsely honey-combedWith hollow shells of glimmering golden light; Mere amber bubbles floating through the night,Lit by one centred sparkle, azure-domed,With circling motes where life hath lodged and roamed. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments