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