Lost mail

Words that we write,
Like a message in the sea,
Within the bottle of hopes.
Let alone in a wide world,
But not for any to find.
A geas on it to seek,
The one the message calls.
For therein is my soul,
And I have lost it in words.
A bottle may crash on rocks,
Or be lost in the vastness is sea.
Words that should wash away,
A world that none would see.
But a wish with every word,
That a message reaches its shores.
A message better undelivered,
If it reaches not its soul.