Hard times can cause a couple to reach such a depth of shared sorrow that they recognise their love is much stronger than they knew. That love is revealed as something totally beyond our shallow perceptions of it - something rooted in the human spirit, not in physical attraction. (A syncline is the folding of two rock strata downward under stress, to a common low point.)

Syncline

A film of words suppressing me,
I fall below that welcome earth.
Entangled in the roots of me,
can you discern?

The beauty of this missing beat,
obscured by sound, recalls the Sun.
Belittled by our ancestry,
will we return?

A line I draw dissolves in air;
a purer, and a higher place.
Have we escaped
the architecture of our skin?