A motto

      Perhaps it is a fantasy to
hold upon a spem successus alit
one. On that laid so clear a path
I cannot break.

     A tide of waves that crash
before and deep within me. One
tidings I know willna fade just because
distance is spanned between time.

    If only the mind could erase
such a tangent as "spem successus
alit". Perhaps the branch of
peace would settle. Let so much
of me gather hope and strength
because of "veritas vincit". Beyond
all compare, the heart decides
to trample.

      Least my mind tackles such savagery.
And in the midst of fog, a light lifts.
Giving a purpose to understanding a
far greater wisdom than shown.

     No I cannot ask one to comprehend
the smallness of such a flame. Yet I dare
to demand importance to what is
eaten by such heat.

     And here all I can do is tell
you of a woman's ache. The longing
one may have only left here to cling
to all that is but memories of long days
ago.

    Yet if one researches depth
spem successus alit would grasp
just how much a woman's veritas
vincit can hold. The reality is that
a break only one gets and the other
lingers in a long comparison.

     Yet beyond that is the unyielding
storm that ties a bond no one can
understand.