As the sun rises
Engulfing the land
Enveloping all in its premises
Shedding its light upon all who stand
But there's still something
Present at day's forenoon
That's there lingering
Overlooking the skies is the moon
Even as the sky is lit
The moon isn't fazed
Like light at the end of a pit
It is always there, not outgazed
Unless forced or shaded
It is always strong-willed
Never fully distorted or completely faded
The moon, it is titled
Leading us to the ends of the earth
Always there for us
At night's birth
And through the day just as marvelous
You're there with me before noon
You're living with me through noon
You're pushing through with me after noon
You are my lingering moon
Need help... with titling this.
I also wish that I could've done better with this poem. I am trying to get better... But I feel like I am stuck.