Spaces are like silk,
        and silk is spun
like a delicate wire.
Spaces bend to moments:
they are servants to memories.
        Spaces span like time:
moments bless every corner,
curse every inch.
For you might now
remember the cathedral:
        its vibrant glass walls
        penetrated by Sun.
But in ten years,
The child who once adored
the chiseled alabaster saints,
        might grow to hate
        the cold marble floor.