Pour

I poured out the jug of emptiness,
but I was still empty.
The night in my cup overflowed
with an ecstasy of stars.
Brother, we got drunk 
when we were still each other,
long before we became two.
We still can't tell the difference
between darkness and light.
All we do now is sing.
Endangered pods swim through our eyes
seeking sanctuary in other gazes.
The old earth dissolves into this one
every time we blink.
There is a sound that roses make
when they burst into midnight bloom
at the touch of the moon's fingers.
We hear Her when we breathe.
Remind me, inebriated friend,
what the password is for entering 
the kingdom of silence.