Answer:
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
My second is performed by my first. A thief by the marks of my whole might be caught. What am I?
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
I begin and have no end and I end all that begins. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk