At the end of time, just like the beginning Existed an ocean

A message was sent in a bottle

Firstly, it depicted a poem

But the poem was crude images in rock

Crude and, purely what it was

Than it was initials of lovers

Crossed in a tree

A marriage of ampersand

Returned to sand

Than it was a proclamation, born of anger

Following an amnesty

A treaty

A letter

A map, than a code

An X with O

Followed by

X’s and O’s

The message at the end of time

Was actually a conversation

It said if you see me at the beginning We were never complacent

For all the tides, and the salt, all the sand

All the stars, the moon, the sun

Existed for the same reason they started

To prove we were loved

And so it began again.