Immutable Poem by Ibn Ali

Immutable
True beauty is a constant stream that doesn't bend or flex
Old age may alter
Finesse pays debt to death
Wrinkles pressed
Then endless nights, like a tablespread
Lays all our deeds before us
Memories overcome the flesh
I see the pages where you partook
I repent
Fearful that I don't have the requisite regret to be sincere
I see
Your tears are legible
The traces like braille
I feel the moisture
And in Wiping
I read you
And know all that they entailed
I'm the catalyst that fuelled you
The shovel to your pail
Throwing pearls amongst the pebbles
Dirt amongst the grail
But still you'll live
Your youth won't falter
Nor will folds lay siege to your complexion
As long I have memories
I'll remember
Even in the midst of dementia
With frustration, mussitating
When some young nurse runs to my aid
My eyes will brighten
In a confused state
I'll smile, look deeply as if sane
Tighten my grasp, and in one gasp
Call her by your name.