Riddle #962

Dipping, glinting, gliding by, Rainbow-fretted, wrought of breath. I live only while I fly – Earth’s rough kiss my sudden death.

I am slim and tall, many find me desirable and appealing, they touch me and I give a false good feeling, once I shine in splendor, but only once and then no more, for many I am "to die for".

A slender body, a tiny eye, no matter what happens, I never cry. What am I?

Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet I easily fly. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What Am I?

Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, I will devour them all. What am I?

I go around in circles, but always go straight ahead. I never ever complain, no matter where I am lead

What always runs, but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed, but never sleeps, has a mouth, but never eats?

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

The front of me is the source of a song Or to kiss with a fervor of love lifelong. My back is a plant fit for a queen, Crafted by needle, chemical, or machine.

I am seen in the water if seen in the sky, I am in the rainbow, A jay's feather, And lapis lazuli.

I have just one, but with eight to spare, I am usually friendly, but I sometimes act like I don't care. What am I?