Heart of Neytiri
(A Poem for Neytiri Sully)
In the shade of Hometree’s bough,
Where ancient spirits murmur now,
I walk the path my people tread,
With whispers of the lost and dead.
I am Neytiri, fierce and free,
With strength as wild as land and sea.
My heart beats with the forest’s song,
A rhythm deep, both fierce and long,
I know each leaf, each creature’s way,
And feel Eywa in night and day.
But in the shadows, strange yet pure,
A spirit comes—both strong and unsure.
He walks in skin not his own,
A soul uprooted, yet not alone,
A warrior heart, a broken name,
And in his eyes I see the same
Fire that in my spirit lies,
In distant worlds, in storm-lit skies.
Oh, Great Mother, guide my hand,
As I teach him of this sacred land,
For I have loved in spirit’s light,
And fought for all I know is right.
Bound by blood, by sky, by sea—
I am Neytiri, wild and free.
And though I know love’s cost and pain,
I would walk with him through fire, through rain,
For I am the huntress, fierce and true,
In love’s embrace, born anew.
Lonely and Blue
(A Poem for Jake Sully)
Out here, beneath a deeper sky,
Where worlds collide, where creatures fly,
I feel the Earth, her voice subdued,
A heartbeat faint, but true and crude.
Yet I am distant, lone, and blue.
Back on that world I once called mine,
I was broken, trapped in steel’s confine,
But here I stand, in towering limbs,
With a stranger’s face, my soul brims.
Still, longing calls, both old and new,
Leaving me lonely, leaving me blue.
I see the light of Eywa’s grace,
In every tree, in every face,
Yet echoes linger, sharp and stark,
Of a human’s past, a soldier’s mark.
Torn between, with none to choose,
Wandering, lonely, bound in blue.
But though this world won’t fully heal,
And scars remain, as raw, as real,
I find my place in Na’vi lands,
Where I learn to fight, to breathe, to stand.
In love and war, in spirit true—
I’m lost, yet whole—lonely, but blue.