The Gentle Abyss

The inky blue of the sea,

Somehow it calls out to me.

The ocean of Homer be,

My loss, my gain; being empty.

Swirl upon swirl, in the deep

Have all the secrets that I could keep.

I dwell upon it while I sleep,

While the blue doesn't make a peep.

Yes I know this color well,

I've lived in it for quite a spell,

How long in the future I cannot tell,

I have bought what it does sell.

Yet the blue is among the rain,

And while this blue does cause me pain,

I know that does cause my gain,

And will wash out the deepest stain.