Answer:
What goes further the slower it goes?
Pirates put their booty in it.
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.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Neither bought nor sold but more valuable than gold. It is built but not by hand. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?