Riddles

Neal – remember Camelot? Here are the riddles from the talking stones. I have all the answers except one and I’ll post them sometime later. The first one is the one I do not have an answer for yet.

When I am filled
I can point the way,
When I am empty
Nothing moves me,
I have two skins
One without and one within.
What am I?

I am only useful
When I am full,
Yet I am always
Full of holes.
What am I?

Glittering points
That downward thrust,
Sparkling spears
That never rust.
What am I?

I am always hungry
I muist be fed
The finger I lick
Will soon turn red.
What am I?

At the sound of me, men may dream
or stamp their feet.
At the sound of me, women may laugh
or sometimes weep.
What am I?

All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held,
No throat, but can be heard.
What am I?

Bright as diamonds,
Loud as thunder,
Never still,
A thing of wonder.
What am I?

I go around in circles
But always straight ahead,
Never complain
No matter where I am led.
What am I?

You heard me before,
Yet you hear me again,
Then I die,
‘Til you call me again.
What am I?

When young, I am sweet in the sun.
When middle-aged, I make you gay.
When old, I am valued more than ever.
What am I?

Weight in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet I do lack.
What am I?

If a man carried my burden
He would break his back.
I am not rich,
but leave silver in my track.
What am I?

You can see nothing else
When you look in my face,
I will look you in the eye
And I will never lie.
What am I?

I am seen in the water
If seen in the sky,
I am in a rainbow,
A Jay’s feather
And lapis lazuli.
What am I?

I turn around once,
What is out will not get in.
I turn around again,
What is in will not get out.
What am I?

My life can be mesured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick
Fat, I am slow
Wind is my foe.
What am I?

Lighter than what I am made of,
More of me is hidden than is seen.
What am I?

Lovely and round,
I shine wiht pale light,
grown in the darkness,
A lady’s delight.
What am I?

Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky,
Hard enough to crack rocks.
What am I?

To unravel me,
You will need a simple key,
No key that was made
By locksmith’s hand,
But a key that only I
Will understand.
What am I?

Each morning I appear
To lie at your feet,
All day I follow
No matter how fast you run.
Yet I nearly perish
In the midday sun.
What am I?

If you break me
I do not stop working,
If you touch me
I may be snared,
If you lose me
Nothing will matter.
What am I?