CELESTE

She was named after her mom’s great aunt,
a gifted artist who tragically died too young in a plane crash,
having been given the relative’s picture as a child,
somehow deep inside sensing she had that same creative soul.

At night’s in her room she felt a presence,
it gave her peace and inspired such incredible images.
later she discovered they were from paintings
done by her talented relative,
and often detecting the scent of lavender in her room,
which she was told her ancestor wore as perfume.

When that power seemed to possess her fingers
how it felt so spooky and yet exciting at the same time,
then after that brush seemed to come alive and the canvas exploded
her insides became a blend of joy and fear,
wondering if this spirit growing to drive her to create
was really her own ability or was she being possessed?

Love found its way through her paintings
meeting someone at a gallery during a show,
but haunted by how again this followed the history
for the one who had her same name.

Still, her heart was engulfed by every fiery second of their time,
how it erupted in her expressions with such stunning beauty,
feeling so incredibly immersed in happiness
as if her life was somehow being blessed
to make up for what was denied her namesake.

Now the moment of anxiety is burning as a flame,
for she was invited to display her work in a distant city,
being a chance for amazing fame,
opening doors she never imagined.

Only thing that stalks her excitement
is that she had to fly to reach the event,
not enough time to drive or go by train,
aware this one opportunity will not come again
if she passes on this chance.

So she stands alone in her thoughts
being so torn within,
ever aware the reality of what happened to one
bearing her same name and career.

Tonight she’ll spent the eve with her love,
hoping the passions will calm fears,
tomorrow she fly towards her future
praying she’ll not follow the fate
of the one who went before.