Few things lying on my table
a yellow scrap book
a gold key
and an empty photo frame
things that were tangible and could be counted
but what was intangible
were my feelings
I could not measure them
But I could sense them
solvent and velvety
soft and whispery
Teary and stirring
like clouds with little drops of rain
refraction of my subtle emotions
on the horizon
shimmering like a *** of vivid colors ....