Ghost Lights

As seen through my eyes,
The lights of the city are phantoms.

My rods and cones depleted,
My macula degenerated,
Cataracts incipient,
The coming darkness is inexorable.

Red-orange and blue-white,
They cast no reflections.
The night is an abyss
With no hope of escape.

Like spirits of the lost,
The ghost lights haunt me.