Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

From the grassy moss and placed beyond,
the tides high mark.
Each face is painted in the snow,
as water brushes by.
Yesterday is gone tomorrow's here.
The healing heart it has forgiven,
all the years and more.
Each day before again, you came before.
In the green white dress of dreams we are.
None can see the ceiling for the veil.
And as they sit across all others, have to are.
Theirs is the color of a cloud and placed,
there why?
Still you sit and watched until I fell asleep.