At Even
by Thomas S. Jones

You and I, the road, and the fading twilight,
Dusk and shadows lost in the winding distance.
Then the night, and all but the starry spaces.
Folded in the darkness.
Just the winding road and the hills at even.
You and I alone, with the stars above us.
Only this, and silence to seal forever.
Only dream of beauty.
You and I, the road, and the fading twilight.