My Solitude Begins

First blow of chill wind, whips me hard with blinding sand; my vision dimmers losing the hazed horizon's sight... hours earlier a cloudless sky was very blue and bright. The long walks in the sad dunes have ended, so will the flights of strayed balloons; Will I miss the warm afternoons and breezy nights with the lunar sheen... when the foaming waves reached my sandy toes and washed them clean? My pensive look follows a falling star without hearing its loud shattering on a rock, which darkness has hidden from the silver moonbeams... but all the mystery and silence abruptly end as my solitude begins.