What am I

I can be many things in every thing but I'm not anything What am I? I am the speace between everything, I am the seen and unseen, I am the due of the morning and the dawn of the evening I wither for a moment and sprung froth a sassion I aid, fade, trade and still never loose my shape I'm the sound of the shores, and the breez that cometh forth I am the light of the sky and sky of stars I am old but still glitters with gold, sliver and diamond because I'm yet to fathom What am I? I am everything you choose to see In me their are other things But I am not anything