Truth in the colours of seas

Blue is the colour of the ink in this pen, not the ocean.
Blue is the colour of the blood of man, not the ocean.
Blue is the colour of a hot bonnet pepper, not the ocean.
Blue is the colour of Truth and Sky light, not the ocean.
All of our oceans are blue, yet once they were clear
the colour now derived from particulates and reflections
not a indigo hue or pastel chade of slate blackened blue.
Blues are the sounds of a soul search found within the
people, blue is the bruise which was cast upon my back
when it was decided long ago that I would soon return
not as a son but within the sun above you and also in
the moon, the stars, and star dust, and of course WITH THE BIG DOGS, hounding in from afiery far long distance away.
So you pay your debts now to your families and friends,
and take yourself to the horizons for there are many of them, and give wait for that moment which you've never seen, of the oceans true colour; you know that its always been an ELMERALD GREEN and beginning to sparkle again, oh again.
Soon it will be all clear and so should you too in a
moment, and within an emerald's flash, the secret will find you.