The Silents

The sheets are my shield, it's inevitable
the voices, the cackles
all against my will.

my eyes are wide open, it's just about time
for everything silent
to now come alive.

The clock strikes twelve, "Hey, how do you do?"
It's the lamp on my table,
my chest of drawers too!

They talk and they gossip without me in mind
for they really must focus
there's not that much time.

Tales of their thoughts and sights are told quick,
"Oh, jolly good, bed post,"
the chest says with kick!

"I'll see you tomorrow, same time, is that right?"
"Oh, yes dear, of course,"
exclaims my night light.

The clock clicks a minute more, it's turned twelve o' one
The silents are normal now
what's happened is done.

Until tomorrow and then, again the next night
when everything silent
comes back to life.