Heaven's
Helping Hand
My guardian angel is always there
Watching my steps and clearing my paths
He holds my hand and pulls me through
The gaps that seem so small
Piper lay beside Leo, carefully trailing her fingers over his spine and placing
tender kisses on his shoulder. They'd talked for hours, whispering heartfelt
confessions through the darkened hours and savouring each minute they had
together. Finally, Leo had drifted asleep, one hand intertwined with Piper's,
oblivious to the tears that brimmed her eyes as she stared at his subconscious
form.
His arms always slip around my waist
And carry me where the ground ceases to exist
His tender touch is the perfect comfort
When the nights are cool and lonesome
We talk for hours inside my mind
His advice always true to my heart
Only the nights were theirs, those few limited hours where they could meet and
bask in a love so pure and eternal. The memories of what could have been,
always prevailing but never obsessed over. In the height of their union, he'd
been ripped away forever, blessed with immortality but cursed with the ultimate
sacrifice. His demeanour was always positive, his eyes filled with love and
optimism. He was an angel, a gift from heaven, but even heaven cries.
But even angels break their wings
Or need to shed a tear
So what was I to do,
When my angel needed me?
With a heavy heart and a racing pulse, Piper had laid down to sleep that night.
Retreating as she always did, to a place forever theirs.
I lay down to sleep that night
And retreated to our haven
Surprised to see him waiting for me
His face stained with salty tracks
The tears ran down Leo's cheeks and his hands reached out for her, the roles
reversed as she kissed his forehead and took his hands in hers. Her heart beat
faster and her fingers tightened in an attempt to halt her trembling.
Those crystal eyes stared into my soul
And broke my wavering heart
How could a mere mortal
Mend an angel's wings?
Piper tilted his face to meet her eyes and intensely held his gaze, a small
smile breaking her lips and soothing his pain. Leaning over again, she lingered
a kiss to his cheek and let her soft skin brush against his before withdrawing.
I knelt in the grass and picked a flower
And placed it in his palm
"Hold it high and let it go,
You pain will disappear"
Leo took the small flower and twisted it through his fingers, staring into
Piper's eyes for reassurance. His lower lip trembled as he fought a silent
battle with his soul, Piper's gentle touch running over his forearms.
More tears cascaded down his cheeks
And he held the flower to heaven
He let it go and catch the wind
Where it was carried far away
His head dropped low and he took my hand
And gripped it to his chest
I swallowed my pride and pulled him close
Cause even angels fall
It was almost a choked sob, a cry of desperation as he sought comfort from his
true love. For weeks he had been by her side, carefully wiping away the tears
she cried and holding her to him as she fought to let go of her soul mate. He'd
kept up his façade, ensuring his strength prevailed for her; but even angels
fall.
I watched the steps he took and held him up,
Carrying him with love
I was the tender touch that walked him through
That cold and lonesome night
The night was long and painful but the sun insisted on rising. His tears had
eventually dried and he remembered all the reasons to smile, waking just before
Piper.
When morning neared he spread his wings
And gently kissed my cheek
"You've helped an angel not to fall,
You helped me keep my wings.
Don't be afraid sweet girl of mine
I will always see you through
But see now the strength in your soul
To be heaven's helping hand."
He flew away and the sun opened my eyes
Suddenly the days were beautiful and the nights not so long
Piper had spent weeks drowning in her own sorrow, lacking the confidence she
needed to move on and say goodbye. There wasn't a doubt that Leo would return
each night, savouring the few hours where their kisses weren't just memories
and their touch not a fantasy. And until they could meet again as husband and
wife, Piper had the strength to live each day as Leo's ultimate legacy.
I wasn't anything special
I wasn't a gift from God
But I could hold my head up high
As I was heaven's helping hand.