I find poetry in river's eyes. I find you often in secret quiet moments when nobody was around. I found you often in crowded atmosphere slipping through the crescendo of voices tapering off at midnight and coming home. The silence between hearts holding back the vibrations these quiet little quakes that break the foundation. When we become silent, love slips in, I hear the ocean. When we become still, the ocean breaks in and steals the reflection of the moon scattering poems against the shore for