I dreamed of Avalon

stepping into a tintoretto

like entering a door for the first time

enter

waiting for epiphany,

for mystery

wait

ceilings clad in white

while reds beckoning

beckon innocently

innocent but dangerous

i turn and take in

take in the gathered crowd

scanning to see

scrutinise

as if dreams were concrete

eyes alongside eyes

eyes meeting and missing

i wade through the mass

of interlocking doors

passers-by pass

instead of finding

find i not

but i move and will

and insist on inquiring

indefinite but resolute dream

of avalon importunate