Is it me whom you write to tonight? (A Poem)

I watch lovers from afar
   And I wonder where you are
      If I'll ever see those wishes come true.

I feel the sweetness of her lips
   The soft caress of fingertips
      It's in heaven that we always knew.

There's an angel laying there
   Making words from mountain air
      Is it me whom you write to tonight?
      
In the wanting to clearly see
   I've heard a hopeful homily
      Written for lovebirds to sing.

Yet in certain irony
   It's the chains that set me free
      I am a poor man with riches to bring.

In the silence of the stars
   As you hum those sacred bars
      Is it me whom you write to tonight?

We are just strangers in the dark
   Two seagulls in a park
      Just wandering into the dawn.

As nothing happens there
   We move on to thinner air
      Screaming like sanity's gone.   

Yet there's a quiet part of me
   That wonders silently
      Is it me whom you write to tonight?