Deeper

Into the ocean's waves I weep,
salty tears, sinking,
melding slowly in the deep,
I stay there, thinking
what, in such great depths, do starfish see?
It must be lonely.
Like last night's quiet
your eyes are home to me.
Hot drops swirl in the cold world,
becoming one.
That was the death of the gold girl,
now she's gone -
lost under the moonlit dirt,
tears to never see the sun.