the goddess of fortune
is what they called you. somehow
believing they named you;
the call from you perhaps going unheard.
the deafness, perhaps blindness,
not yours. maybe even not theirs.
perchance they were merely
enraptured in your gaze

perhaps you came
in a dream.
maybe you even are a dream.
but what if my dream is yours?

perhaps you once came
to whisper fortune in ears;
inspiring belief, believers indeed;
protecting cities, forts, towns —
hopefully mine.

tick tich tish tyke

your sound;
sounds of you. perhaps saying
yes … dream a little dream of me …