Filling blank canvas

Twenty-two acres of blank canvas
cascaded in cusp of our existence
we knitted stories with colours
unlearnt history of pallette
we tossed fate upon wind
forgot ellipsis of rainbows
clotted in white time puddle
we woke up to another language
veiled envelopes of spring letters
double folding upon our guilt
something outside our knowns
canvas shadowed by Wordsworth's daffodils
handcuffed our destinies by a song
holding autumn inside voice
someone said leave love in rainy streets
to bring back after sunsets
we drew outlines along flow of damp love
simple shapes of stars
infusing unbroken dreams
crafted in dark silence of skies