The Message (Epilogue)
W&M Ron Tintner
Stars and planets come and go
Stories written never told
With no one left to listen
And no one there to show
So out through space go beams of light
Cutting through the cosmic night
Playing out a thousand times
As final acts resolve
And from the photic aftershock
A message pulses like a clock
For all to understand
On and on and on...