Poems of mine (?)

The sky

It was always this melancholy feeling,
The way the clouds would help the sun hide.
Not to say that it was depressing
At least, not from our side.

He's shine couldn't quite reach
Making him feel downcast
But that persistent stretch
Would always last.

Too say I loved my sun would be too much
Yet we continued our passionate dance,
And although he's clouds gave him the softest touch,
The rain would never have a chance.

No he was not the 'perfect' weather,
And the horizon was long
But we looked out for each other,
Our Sun and Moon song.