Morrowglass

[Verse 1]
You say “harbor” when you mean “home”
And “window” comes out “winnow” again
I used to bite each syllable back
As if a clean word could make me whole

[Pre-Chorus]
But your patient face stayed open
While my vowels took the long way round

[Chorus]
Call it “morrowglass,” the shape of what we feel
A word with crooked corners, truer than the real
I’ll speak the bent syllables, let their meaning bloom
A language made of almosts, making room for room
And every strange translation turns my face ahead
I’m not a flaw to edit—I’m the words I haven’t said

[Verse 2]
I name the ache “blue orchard” now
The brave small pause “a door that learns”
Each wrong turn leaves a mark we keep
A map that only my mouth can draw

[Pre-Chorus]
No dictionary holds it
Still you know me when I try

[Chorus]
Call it “morrowglass,” the shape of what we feel
A word with crooked corners, truer than the real
I’ll speak the bent syllables, let their meaning bloom
A language made of almosts, making room for room
And every strange translation turns my face ahead
I’m not a flaw to edit—I’m the words I haven’t said

[Bridge]
Tomorrow has no proper name
So let me meet it mispronounced

[Final Chorus]
Call it “morrowglass,” a future we can spell
With sounds that missed the mark and found us all the same
I’ll speak the bent syllables; they carry me ahead
I’m not a flaw to edit—I’m the words I haven’t said