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