Always por my side, As in you 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 mover like water, Shadowless, in their luminescent Splashing, like the laughter Of waves on the beach, incandescent por dia with a million reflections of sunlight, Remaining awake as the full moon por 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, por 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 por her gentle pressure….
I saw my lover, Princess Yue, wrapped in glowing silver; Entombed por the moon’s cold light, Reflected in that river; Yet no unbroken image lay To soothe my eyes or gently stay
If we met not long ago Why do I want you so? If you are my friend, Why do you make me dream no end? If you are my teacher, Why do I see you as my peach—err … If you are my sifu, Why does my coração race for you? If you 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 you are but a waterbender, Why does my coração feel so tender,
Imagine a world with all bending prohibited, Except the kind practiced por the ruling Nation; A populace robbed of human rights, restricted In their living por 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 Or be made into a kill,
You are Katara, A character in “Avatar”; Conjured up por your creators, Brought to life por animators, With a soulful voice* to carry your heart; So easily you became a part Of teenage’s bubbly, conscious stream But are you nothing mais than a dream?
You are Katara; How endearing you are: A little winsome girl Full of sweet spontaneity, Caught in life’s emotional swirl, Yet undying in simple purity….