A lovely figure made of glass and sand measures time as it slips away.

In the kitchen's dance, I twirl with grace, turning liquid into airy lace. My metal fingers spin and play, blending smoothly in a rhythmic ballet.

I visit when the world goes quiet, Unbound by clocks or gravity. I stitch the past to futures unspoken, Let kings beg, and the broken fly. I vanish with the rising light, Yet linger where hope dares to stay. Name me not while I hold you close. For once you wake, I slip away.

I am filled with trash but I am not a landfill. I am filled with fish but I am not a sea. I am filled with colours but I am not a rainbow. What am I?

Riddle me this, I'm something long, blunt, top is furry and can be used orally. Tell me who am I??