Answer:
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
Known to accessorize with feathers, trumpets, and harps.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?