Frequently Poem by Naveed Akram

The frequent continent is continual,
With a halo and mast, a thirst for thoughts,
And a ship for restraint.
The frequency of the thoughts is strange,
One has a light as guide,
The ship buries its dead.
May the sea depart from lost companionship
Issuing orders for the destruction
Of the soul and its remains.
I understand this disastrous mayhem
Taken by the supreme warlord
And his motley crew discerning
From other members of the legion.
I frequent the continent, and then delve
Deeply into the confines of the cave,
Watching our beauty in the senses,
Deceiving nobody with haste.