Unclear night

A blurry indistinct moon.
Milky white;
A smudged fingerprint of paint
On the rich navy blue of the night.
I remember its dust oceans,
As I sought out planets,
Dreamed of being an astronaut,
And named all the stars.
I can’t even make out those lights
--not without a struggle.
Those glittering constellations
That I adored to watch sparkle as a child.
Those gone away watched down from them,
And I made my wishes,
So many careless childhood wants.
It never occurring perhaps I ought be serious,
After all, time then was meaningless,
I ought have wished to preserve my sight.
Spectacles growing stronger with each prescription.
The clear world without lenses growing smaller
--even with some edges are fuzzed.
Stronger glass focusing and sharpening the night for me,
But the wishes now just seem artificial