Sparks

One eye cast on the opposite side, watching the flash of silver
And a touch of blond, just in case.
An ear tuned to the pitch, 'Message Received' on the phone
Enlightening the soul.
An automatic link to your writing
A gateway to your thoughts but the torrent of words
Dwindled down to a trickle.
Time or inspiration?
Conversion of thoughts to deeds
To post the card, to write the words?
Or leave alone and fight the sparks
Of smiles and thoughts and memories?