The Queen of the Ocean

The Queen of the ocean, long ago, before the sun was born, searched aimlessly for her lost lover. She wandered along the cold seafloor, knocking on coral-doors, lifting rocks and pebbles, uncovering absolutely nothing, only mere dregs. Late one night, underneath a winter moon, while whispering to the weathered waves; a voice did echo from beyond the eastern mountains. The lovely lady of the tides quickly called forth rain clouds to carry her away, towards those faint words. Tedious and adamant was her journey, leading to all the Earth's desolate loesses, and all the vast forests, with a few trees telling a lie or two.
She rested atop a sacred fairy mound, tiredly, and asked for her king; in response, a young fairy replied from within the lush grounds, "He is gone, my Queen; it seems, the grounds have fell into the sea, finally."

"No, young child, that can not be," proclaimed the Queen quietly, "He must be somewhere over yonder."
Once again, the Queen of the ocean began to search, roaming amongst the thriving stars; figuring her lost love was upon one of the stars of Lyra, or, maybe sleeping on the red sands of Mars. Listlessly, she glanced at one of Jupiter's lonely moons, dusting off frozen dunes; continuing to call for her long lost king. Frantic were her words, as they travelled through the vacant spaces of the universe, resonating as a form of starlight; but for a brief instant, did her voice shine. The many beautiful galaxies, greeted the Queen, with a wave of their burning stars; unable to provide an answer for her one question: "Where is my king?"
After reaching the end of this physical universe, she decided to return back to Earth, sadly. Each and every moon, star, galaxy, nebula, and even a few dieing stars, asked if she had located her king. The Queen did not reply to any of them, nor did she utter a word, not paying attention; not wanting to say her search was in vain.

She floated down through the atmospheres of dear Earth; a low pressure system of rain clouds caressed her comfortingly. The Queen of the ocean walked near the shoreline; the waves following her feet, as she gave a tear to the many waters.