Has The Dawn Broken? Poem by C.H. Seow

Has the dawn broken?
For crickets are still singing away
from a distance,
far, far, away.
And the mighty rooster
has yet to make its grand entrance for the morning call.
Even the air is still masked
by a tint of jasmine blossom...
Has the dawn broken?

Will I ever be patient enough,
to endure through the pacing mind of mine,
painfully awaiting the hands of time
performing a metamorphosis
while I sit here,
with a reluctance of returning to slumber
and wonder,
Has the dawn broken?