The night sky and beyond

I am so on my own
In my cool mountain nest
Overlooking the moelwyns
Pitching with zest
Whose skirt of dark crimson
And great mists of grey
Look out down the valley
Below them today
History taught us
An emerald cloak
Resisting beyond all else
A wispy soak
The cry of the windswept
The gulls honoured scream
Boundless extending
More so than would seem

Histories trajectory
Solemnly sighs
The rooftops hang fire
Where mist covered skies
Evolve in their blissful and awkward acclaim
It’s the spirits of yesteryear
That knowingly name.