In The Sixth Floor Flat Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the sixth floor flat
That looks upon the Port
I from my balcony saw
The light – the neon light in the room
And inside a lady draped in white

She seemed so clear
And near
And yet so far away.

She seemed to talk
I know not to whom
She seemed to move
About the room
And talk
I know not what:

And then
And then
As if she saw
She drew the curtains –
Still the light
Sprung from above.

Then a few minutes went
And then the lights went out.

How strange this night, how strange.