They move like water,
Shadowless, in their luminescent
Splashing, like the laughter
Of waves on the beach, incandescent
By day with a million reflections of sunlight,
Remaining awake as the full moon by 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, by 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 by her gentle pressure….
I saw my lover,
Princess Yue, wrapped in glowing silver;
Entombed by 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 heart race for you?
If you are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
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 heart feel so tender,
Imagine a world with all bending prohibited,
Except the kind practiced by the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living by unlimited pervasion
And senseless perversion;
And endless invasion
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 by your creators,
Brought to life by 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 more 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….