A Builder of Bridges

A Builder of Bridges
And Weaver of Dreams

You're a builder of bridges,
You're a weaver of dreams,
And the story that you tell
Is much more than it seems.

It has a beginning,
But may never end;
At its center is loving,
Such has never been penned.

It's fabric is woven
Of the things that you feel,
And the things that you know
To be even more real.

All that makes you a builder
Is now woven in me;
When I look in a mirror
You are all that I see.

And now as I tell stories
Of the things that I've seen,
I'm a builder of bridges,
And I'm weaving a dream.


Copyright May 22, 1995 by Carla J. Lambert