Answer:
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.