Jahneens acrostic

Mixing with the fading light of the day,
Eroding a mountain to dust as nothing stays,
Much more than just the sum of their parts,
Old moments mistaken; red herrings false starts,
Rigorously scouring blurred lines & faces,
Important moments turn to sink-hole spaces,

Evoking the feelings with sight & smell,
Saves the soul a truth to tell