A place uncharted (a poem)

On the days I feel out of reach
Untouchable and out of touch
In the times isolation screams
Of wanting something more
When I know it all or nothing at all
With pride and vanity
Around fleeting moments of humbleness
It’s then you’re near to me
I tend to cry for no reason, at a sound beautiful
Inside I sense deep reaching for deep
And find calm in a turbulent soul
You are close and invasive 
A part of me someone has yet to chart
Nearer to you feels strange and 
I wouldn’t change it at all
When I break in half from wonder
In repentance pure
A tiny piece of ache returns
For wanting even more
As my face is dotted
With the sincerity that I own
I push, I twist, I falter and fall
Into a dark seclusion with You and I alone