Coincidence Is Hope For A Non-Believer Poem by Jorge Rolon

Please forgive me if that night was strange
But if I could there's not a thing I'd rearrange
We danced under the moonlight
As the clock ticked away the night
We counted down to the new year
Every second arose another fear
Fear of what I would do at midnight
If my kiss would be right
You would be my New Years kiss just don't make a promise between your lips

Grey began to fade, As the colors filled the sky,
The chills began to warm, As the sun began to rise.
Darkness turned to light, Grey turned to blue,
Lost became found, When I met you.

My hands were shaking
My heart was racing
There wasn't a second I was wasting
We laughed as we prepared a toast
This year flew by faster than most
Now we count down 321

Grey began to fade, As the colors filled the sky,
The chills began to warm, As the sun began to rise.
Darkness turned to light, Grey turned to blue,
Lost became found, When I met you.