Close Enough For The Moon (Part I)

Places that are far away,
Are far away from any thought,
Any thought that seems at bay,
At bay from what is naught.

What is naught is what we imply,
And we imply sudden belief;
This sudden belief is here to reside,
Reside where we are relieved.

And relief follows us to this far place,
This far place close to the Heavens,
The Heavens which are to be our gate,
Our gate to where waits our brethren.

And this brethren has been seen,
Shown to those who are brave,
Bravery thrives and makes us serene,
Serene only till it drives us insane...

(To be continued in Part II)