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

like dominoes.

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.