Your too hot to be the sun
far cooler then the frost
too wicked for a devil
too holy for a cross
Your too calm to be a doldrum
much wilder then the wind
thicker even then a redwood
to be a twig your far too thin
Your too constant to be a river
just too deep to be a sea
too vast to be the open sky
too solid to be the tree
Your too pure to be a dove
darker even then a crow
too bright to be the starlight
too faint to be a glow
Your stronger then a diamond
weaker then cracked glass
too uncommon for a blue moon
too common for green grass
Your too high to be the atmosphere
too low to be the ground
too quite to be silence
too loud to be a sound
Your too real to have a heart beat
more abstract then any dream
In short your really nothing
which makes you everything