My future in a nutshell

This is why I love stars,
From a distance,
They are under-aged suns
At close range,
We mistake them for the sun
All things bright,
My future has no bulb
A goddess attired in an hour glass
My element pouring slowly to the future
Light is fast, time is tricky,
But in the universe’s cauldron,
There are tales of spices
Tales of things to come
My future is dressed with smiles
There’s a joyful contour by the side
Her lashes blink inner peace
It has pores so it breathes
Torn and mended at different points
Bright and dark, then bright again
Before dark finally distills.

LARDO