I give you time, that white wizard

I give you time, that white wizard, Noble and eternal in its incomprehensible march of seasons, Not just any time, but time to triumph, to laugh, to ascend, Time cut from the magic hourglass to savor the endless moment's fragrance. I string on a thread of celestial moments, time for thought and reverie, Time to sculpt from the dough of days works of soul and mind, Time that is not just yours, but a gift you offer, A rare emerald in the palm of one who waits, still unknowing. I give you time, not to run in the mad rush of the world, But to dance in the whirl of joy, in the laughter of true merriment, I gift you seconds, strung like pearls on a string, not to be spent, But to be held close to your chest like a fallen starling in your nocturnal garden. I show you time to inquire and trust, without seeing the hour as a foe, I gift you hours to contemplate the cosmos, to grow, to emerge as the person you become, Time scented with hope and seconds to love unreservedly, A treasure trove of moments, to find yourself even when lost, each day in a realm of seeking happiness. I lay in your open palm time to forgive, to cast off heavy regrets, I bestow it not just upon desire but intertwined with chance and dream, I offer you... oh, I offer you so much, more than just time, But the very chance, unique and pure, to embrace life.