For a time, I lived in a 3rd floor condo overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. My back patio and my bedroom both faced the water and I enjoyed many evenings and mornings looking out over the water watching the moon or the sun come up over the water. Both are mesmerizing sights which remain a worthwhile memory long after the occasion. I always wanted to write a poem about the experience, however it just never seemed that I could do the sensations justice. After a number of failed attempts,,,, finally, I feel that this one is getting close.