Go and open the lilac door,
maybe there is a Kunzite diamond,
a lilac flower bursting out
or a violet crayon following its line.
Go and open the porcelain door,
maybe you will see books
collapsing down one by one
Go and open the indigo door,
Maybe there is a furry rug making itself at home
Or a boysenberry sweating.
Go and open the mint door.
Maybe you will see someone dashing with their skates,
Or an emerald chocolate ice cream melting in my hands.