We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
I’ve been having incredibly vivid, bizarre dreams lately, and I’m in the middle of watching Twin Peaks, so anything dream-related is fascinating to me. Some beautiful, dreamlike images from Honey Magazine, August 1968. Photos by David Hurn.
But in a dream the other night
I saw this coastline from the sea
And felt the breakers plunging white
Their weight of waters over me.
Greenaway by John Betjeman