3 a.m. Phoenix

It's 3 am again, laying, thinking
Awake, eyes open blinking;
Staring into the darkness
In the night, I feel the loneliness;
Another Phoenix born
From a past ragged and torn.
We're meant to feel sorrow
From the loss, we look to tomorrow;
We're meant to remember and cry
Till our eyes are red and dry.
It causes us to learn
To reach out, to seek, to yearn;
To connect strangers
To wipe away all past angers;
Bringing new smiles and laughs
Another chance, at our other halfs.
We may never forget yesterday
But today dawns a new day;
Newborns, reaching out
With new joys that make us shout!
Phoenixes yearning, burning
Seeing that the world keeps turning;
That our shattered lives don't end
Just find new ways to mend.
Our torn and bruised heart
Piecing together part by part;
Knowing tomorrow brings new
Faces, kisses, misses, who knew?