Shy Eyes Poem by Paul Reed

This morning something has dawned in my mind
A patch of blue sky lifts shy eyes, fleetingly
Defying the poking sun,
Defeating the gathered gloom
Dissolving past regrets and plans,
Even piercing this room;
This room, of doubts and fears
Of weariness and tears,
Of yesterdays, unfulfilled
Of times wasted and empty thoughts
Of things I could have had
But never bought;
But now, I am glad to have nothing
For those shy eyes are looking at me again
This time, a longer glance,
Long enough for the meaning to be conveyed
Long enough to fill me up
And my heart entrance.