Those Places

Do you know those places?
Where the nights are still
and undisturbed by vulgar urban traffic

Do you know those places?
Where the skies are dark
on cloudy nights
only illuminated by the handheld lamp
of a woman walking from
one room to another

Those Places
Where the grasses glow
different shades of lime
in devotion to the moon and stars
on clear nights

Where lakes attempt to recreate the past
like Gatsby, by reflecting
light emitted by constellations
that exploded in spectacular supernovas
centuries ago

You do know those places
Where the buck grazes in tranquility
uninterrupted by the intruding tourist
where the distant city whistles and hollers
cannot rudely awaken
the dreaming antelope

You have seen those places
Where lost love is forgotten
and new curiosities are aroused
Where our flaws face the facts
and characters are re-assessed
Where the indiscernible rhythms
of nature's instinctive tunes
beget new acquaintanceships  
and journey upon untrodden landscapes

Those Places
Where cacophonic chatter
morphs into complex drum patterns
that act as the beat
to the melodic inceptions
of curious relations

Where incessant uproar
is the equivalent of young virgins
singing to birth of a new empire

You remember that Place
Where the strumming of guitars
and the tapping of feet
kissed to signify
the beautiful bonding
of music and dance
to form immortal melancholy memories

Yes, Those Places
Where the rivers are deep
and the lakes vast
The waters are murky
and the currents heavy

Where life is stripped
of its societal pretence
and moral oxymorons
Where character is left
bare as the wild beasts
and aquatic fantasies

Those very Places
Where adolescents dream
and the future is born