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.
I have cities with no people forests with no trees and oceans with no water.
You walk into a room with a match strike the match and notice a candle a lamp an oil burner and a fireplace. Which do you light first?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I have thirteen hearts but no body or soul. What am I?