In the Cold

There is always a silence before dawn.
It is never as quiet as 4 in the morning and I am standing ankle deep
in the cold of your soul.
I hope to scrutinize a sunrise out of the horizon.
I’m clutching a parasol and swinging it around,
trying not to let my heartbeat drown out the music in my headphones
as the chilly waves lap at my toes.
My heart is your marionette
but know that when I am under the sky I am invincible.