Pass through
the dark gates
to find
a new person,
yourself.

My friend, you are there
deeper in,
quietly watching,
listening,
sharing it all.

It is simple now.

You are beyond psychology,
beyond words and concepts,
fabrications and complications.

If I can hold onto
your robe
or your waist,
throw a lasso
around you!
and be pulled along,
I will be safe
whatever
the thorn hedges
or deserts
or oases.

Ian Trousdell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-times-if-i-can-hold-onto/