Woven upon the stiches of elegance
both hang upon the fabric of eternity
the brother and sister of motions.

One collects on the luminosity of
daylights shimmer, bringing illumination
to those below, wakening those of
sloth motions, gliding upon waters deep.

Birds glide upon the refection's of the skies
refraction, like gliding in the heavens but
only notable feet from the shallows of sea.

Then as one delved beneath the waves
another woke to the rhythmic musical of
the waves motions and lingered silently.

Whispering her light upon the darkness,
not to suffocate it but to silhouette its beauty,
Not every can be seen by her brother now clear.

There are times when one will playfully linger,
so they can see each others majestic stance.
Then there is the loneliness lingering on
every sunrise and sunset moments hide away.

Two opposites reside in the heavens, one
of light one of illumination of a different kind.
Brother and sister, a cycle on our finite lives.