"Time's Muse"

In the realm where stars dance bright, Time, the crazy Ella, takes her flight. She weaves through moments, swift and sly, With laughter echoing in the sky. Her touch, a whisper, yet profound, Bending hours, shaping what's around. In her gaze, both gentle and severe, Lies the mystery of what's dear. She paints the dawn with golden hue, And bids the night to bid adieu. Her rhythm, wild, yet oddly sweet, Guides the dance of hearts that beat. Oh, time, elusive, wild, and free, We seek to grasp your mystery. Yet, like a goddess in her prime, You slip away, an endless rhyme.