Message in a bottle II

A poem is only a brain full of thoughts,

Until it is written.

Imagine it.

Melded carefully

From your brains' matter.

Sealed in a bottle of clear, pure words.

Set adrift on the lakes of time.

Life’s restless surge,

Sieging with no sign of ending.  

Until a few congruous feelings from hearts never met

Pluck it from the sea

And recognize a message;

That illuminates their souls.

Readers find writers;

Never the opposite.