Companionship By Chance

A friend, met and recognized as one, in the span of minutes; a new friendship prized - and all thanks to randomness, it began. We sat and talked for hours, of this and that and the in-betweens, fast fondness such as this, one looks for and scours, over the hilltops and down the ravines. The day dawned around us, before we even turned and saw; we spoke, then, to each other of thus, and from this would not withdraw. We played a game, then, she and I; with words she bade my mind swarm - I looked into this, my poet's eye, and through it watched this poem form.