Immortal desires of the mortal men

Each regal wave surges
whirlpools of mushroom-like foam.
A tiny, slippery drop, like a moment in time,
straggle out.
Perfect in its roundness,
it catches the rainbow colors,
of the setting sun.
Against the ruthless time,
it slides on my fingertips,
like a borrowed moment,
quivering,
like immortal desires
of the mortal men.