He builds with dreams as bricks and beams,
Where stone and sky collide in seams,
And walls rise up to meet the light,
Defying rules of weight and height.

The blueprints spill from mind to hand,
Each line a thread, a silken strand—
Of futures shaped in glass and steel,
Of structures born from thought made real.

A stairway spirals, twists to air,
Where shadows dance and sunlight flares,
A dome that cups the world within,
An arch where space and spirit spin.

Beyond what eyes can see or know,
He sculpts a place for hope to grow;
Through doorways tall and bridges lean,
A city draped in art unseen.

For every tower, curve, and spire,
Each layered line and leaping wire,
A story told, a vision traced,
Where all that’s dreamed finds form and place.

The visionary’s art reveals,
The heart in stone, the soul in steel—
A gift to those who’ll one day see,
The world as it was meant to be.