Brett Anderson
"Hymn"

Shining through the plate glass, hyacinths and Spanish stars
All day caught on camera
The climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to our love
Somewhere there's a starling, gliding through the morning
Moving so slowly
The climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to London
Commencing, commencing, commencing with the day
Commencing with the day, commencing with the day