Girl in the Night

Waking up in the middle of the night,
Not truly feeling quite right,
Whilst changing clothes and walking out,
There's no thought, not a single doubt.

Outside in the moonlit world,
So out of place, see; a little girl.
She stands by a tree, slim and fair,
Cold hands, pale eyes, and soft-looking hair.

For reasons unknown, you start to cry,
You glance up, expecting her to wonder why,
She's standing beside you, quiet without fear,
You notice she also is shedding a tear.

"A tear for a tear," she whispers, quite sadly,
And for the first time, she smiles; almost gladly.
You stare at your feet, but when you look to the right,
She's gone, disappeared, into the night.