A Beam Of Gold Is Rarely Spoken Poem by Amber Glistener

A beam of gold is rarely spoken,
Unless from a heart want pure,
A strife in the life,
An incision made within.

The caroling beam bounces there,
So hearty and canny but unsure,
The place and the race,
An incision made within.

Hands swinging bells to an invisible tune,
That only those worthy may see,
But the time for the rhyme,
An incision made within.

The mind wants what the eyes see,
A sight unworthy of their bells,
A beautiful ring for a king,
An incision made within.

Who stores love in the heart that shines,
Not a fire but a torch in the dark,
Merrily along to this old song,
An incision made within.

A great demand the tune brings,
Of Joy, love, and deep passion,
The girls with their mysteries,
The boys with their intuitions,
An incision made within.