Out with the Wind

Someone is plucking the strings down the corridor.
Up above in the starry mosaic of, the drone of a plane.
In front,
A hazy daybreak horizon of loneliness and loss.
I can smell victory somewhere,
But I can't say where.
I have just plunged into oblivion.
Swallowed an abyss.
It's lost behind my teary eyes.
Strength is gone.
Gone with the wind.