Thieves on the Moon

Lunar tears collect in an unseen pond
Beneath the surface under bones
Only architects may find one day
The literary cyclones
Whilst frogs are sitting pretty
On the lily pads and helipads
The tadpoles stir beneath
But wont live - it's too bad
For the tsunamis brew to jealousy
Of trickling streams in caves
And burst at the seams violently
And knock crotchets from their staves
Whilst limpets are forced away
And water disassembles the heart
Hairlines recede to ponytails
And loved ones are forced apart
Through waves the body ripples
And then judders to a halt
As unseen summer wishes quaver
With the visceral assault
But never shall the moon care
With its rising and its tiding
It remains quiet and undisturbed
Like the tears the frogs are hiding