Steady breath, and memory clears –
a narrow strip of polished light
over hard steel ground

They’re back again:
Sune & Camilla –
he blazing in white,
black fringe cutting across fire-bright eyes,
she sharp as a nerve, cat-quick,
words like sparks, stare like a welder’s torch

Autumn into winter,
arrival like a ritual the city kept rehearsing

Evenings with Handel and Tchaikovsky –
and everyone in the room felt it:
youth turned all the way up,
brilliance with an edge too fierce to hold.

Then the return:
their house, their kingdom,
two cats prowling like spirits,
rooms humming with wild potential
too pure to survive ordinary time

The story tightened –
castle to wreck,
glow to sleepless hunger;
and when the princess walked out
the knight stayed behind
in the cracked light and cold rooms
of a dream that burned too fast