Astral Villanelle

These are the pinprick veins of night.
Our intransigent geology:
Years are mere distances of light

Will you see me in the kestrel’s flight,
In the arroyo’s cold anomalies?
These are the pinprick veins of night.

Remember me as adder’s bite,
As cool tooth’s lithography.
Years are mere distances of light

Orbitals of starry jasperite,
They make their prosopographies:
These are the pinprick veins of night.

Constellation me by easy sight,
See still my dark’s topography.
Years are mere distances of light

Trace me in the chalcedony heights,
Our memories’ worn doxology.
These are the pinprick veins of night,
Years are mere distances of light