up ahead,
flourescent glow
nearly blinding,
picturesque show.
what is there,
you can't tell
wanting to see, and
such a familiar smell.
drawing closer,
it's a foreshadow now
but you can't touch it,
not sure how.
the nearer you are,
the further it fades..
so many colors,
different shades.
never close enough
to actually see
envisioning now,
what could it be.
i like it. cool poem.
I love the flow of this poem and the mystery. Great job!