crossing a body of water

Something always happens when 
water crosses over another 
body of water

This body over an ocean which
is really merely a river
of time 

Memory reaching out as far
its hand could go holding on 
the last shore it has been

Water crossing water
dreams
staying the same and not

Who can tell 
water from another
water?

The difference in time makes
worlds apart and presences
similar to ghosts

We keep
out of fear or love
both