At the Beginning
Sokka's Poem
He took from his shirt, a single piece of paper, a old piece of paper, one, a beautiful woman, the woman he loved first, gave to him. He held it close to his heart for a minute, and then carefully tucked it away again. He reached to his waistband, where another piece of paper was, one with no writing. He grabbed his quill and ink from his bag, and he wrote down, in simple text, a poem, just for her.
Her beautiful blue eyes
Illumining the very night sky
Hiding all traces of daylight
Seeking me out
From behind.
Her beautiful white hair
Reigns just beyond the clouds
Thickly covering
This very bright night
Air
Flowing as protection
For her people.
Her beautiful pale skin
Is ghostly before my eyes
She reigns only at night
Never causing a fright
Very careful
Always was a delight
Very bright.
Yue
Why leave behind people who care
People who love
People who are there.
Yue
Why leave the one who loves you
Just for nights in the open air.
You're my Yue
You're my Moon.
He held tight to his poem, reading it, and rereading it, then he, being where, they shared there last kiss, where she left forever, placed the piece of paper delicately onto the water, the fish not disturbing it. For the first time in years, he saw in the sky, the moon light up, brightly, acknowledging she knew that she was there. Sokka looked around, making sure no one else was there, and he carefully sat down in front of the small fishpond, just watching the reflection of his Yue, his moon.
Sokka slowly closed his eyes, as he eased into a sleep, a peaceful sleep, in the very place where they said their goodbyes. He felt at peace, for the first time in years, maybe his whole life. He was now a startling 21, he turned it the month prior, and he left, to come here, to stay here, because he could be close to her, her memories. Sokka felt perfectly at peace. He knew he was safe. Sokka knew, she was guarding him, protected he was, she was protecting him, he is safely protected in her gentle, loving embrace, she was there for him, she always would be, and now he knew.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, then I wouldn't be writing this fic. The poem is mine. No stealing. You steal, that means you are a bad person. Poems mine plots mine. Characters are not. No money is being made from this.
A/N: This idea just hit me. It will be multi-chaptered. Yay for Yukka. Please read and review. It would be appreciated. Thanks!
Rose.