Always par my side, As in toi I can confide My innermost state of being, With you, beyond just seeing You; though ever we are Locked in a gaze, Steady as a shining star, Through Time’s ephemeral haze….
Always in my mind, seeing Beyond our eye-to-eye Contact, beyond even touching, Beyond tasting your sweetness, I …. Am engulfed by Your affection Like the ocean does my reflection
They déplacer like water, Shadowless, in their luminescent Splashing, like the laughter Of waves on the beach, incandescent par jour with a million reflections of sunlight, Remaining awake as the full moon par night….
They smile like friends, Long-lost but never forgotten, Longing to make amends For opportunities unbegotten; Beyond physical embrace, emerging To enclose my lonesome spirit with their merging…
I saw my sister, Katara, par the river, Aglow in a sliver Of cold moonlight, With no clouds in sight; The water at her beck and call, Obeying her every gesture, Her silent commands to rise and fall Moulded par her gentle pressure….
I saw my lover, Princess Yue, wrapped in glowing silver; Entombed par the moon’s cold light, Reflected in that river; Yet no unbroken image lay To soothe my eyes ou gently stay
If we met not long ago Why do I want toi so? If toi are my friend, Why do toi make me dream no end? If toi are my teacher, Why do I see toi as my peach—err … If toi are my sifu, Why does my cœur, coeur race for you? If toi are a couple of years older, Why does my passion smoulder Inside me— Drive me krazy? Why, why, why, Katara? What kind of Avatar Am I, I, I, Katara? If toi are but a waterbender, Why does my cœur, coeur feel so tender,
Imagine a world with all bending prohibited, Except the kind practiced par the ruling Nation; A populace robbed of human rights, restricted In their living par unlimited pervasion Of tyranny, And senseless perversion; Suppression Of equality And endless invasion Of privacy…
Imagine a life of having to bend Not one’s element, but to the will Of the slavedriver; Into the wilderness blend ou be made into a kill,
toi are Katara, A character in “Avatar”; Conjured up par your creators, Brought to life par animators, With a soulful voice* to carry your heart; So easily toi became a part Of teenage’s bubbly, conscious stream But are toi nothing plus than a dream?
toi are Katara; How endearing toi are: A little winsome girl Full of sweet spontaneity, Caught in life’s emotional swirl, Yet undying in simple purity….