King of Sighs

The king of sighs crossed the milky smooth crystal river, with moon reflecting from her creamy face. Dreams of germination pass between seed to stand tall one day to shade his noble, majestic path. Stars, low, bright and dusty, sing and mingle with the yawning moonlight. It's a new spectral dawning, diamonds strewn across the sky. Rainbows rise up like aurora, and the king sits down to cry. The river has stolen his lover, seems his soul's swollen from a bee sting. He sits and cries, this king of sighs. Now he's the king of nothing.