I'm really unsure what inspired what here, but the two entities worked through my mind as one unified expression.
and feel the misty breeze
and listen to the lapping sounds
of liquid tranquility
I couldn't choose a better place
to contemplate my life
and think about the years gone by
and all my wrongs and rights
the waters do not judge my deeds
only listen to my thoughts
and offer me a lulling sound
to cadence the tales I've brought
how many men have stood this shore
and thought out to the waves
thoughts held in the misty breeze
long after men are in their graves