Whispers Beyond The Mist Poem by ashok jadhav

I walked where twilight kissed the hills,
And shadows leaned with silent grace;
The air was thick with whispered dreams,
That danced and vanished in their place.
The river sang a secret song,
Its waters gleamed with silvered light;
I swore I saw a fleeting shape
That vanished with the coming night.
The trees leaned low as if to speak,
Their branches trembling, soft, and slight;
I felt a hand upon my heart,
Yet touched by none within my sight.
The stars above blinked ancient truths,
And wind carried tales from far-off lands;
I wandered through that hallowed hush,
And felt the magic in my hands.
No voice of man could claim this world,
No logic pierce its gentle veil;
For some things live between the seen,
And whisper truths that never fail.
So when the night grows deep and still,
I seek the paths the mist will bend;
Where imagination meets the soul,
And mortal minds with dreams ascend.