Helicopter

There's been a helicopter flying around my house for the past hour. No voices from scratchy microphones. Four blades Spinning quickly Keeping the machine afloat Amidst the stars lighting the sleeping earth below. Away it soars Silence again Boots walking Bushes rustling Nothing but stars shining Against a blackened sky You come along into my mind Knocking on the door to my heart Locked Echoes No one is home. There's nothing here for you...