charm chime cascade

my neck cascades the charms that chime
when the breeze has gone blind

the objectifying melody of intruders
speaks for us . from then . 
hush the whisper . where 
no song can be sung 
this is the place
courage & strength
flows a geiser in slow motion
follows the waterfall in procession

as Dorothy clicked those rubies together
to the ones that need you to hear their confession
- catté