rose gardens and the night sky

I understand the beauty Of rose gardens. The smell of fresh blooms And dew; Bees buzzing in the golden rays Of the spring sun- But the restlessness inside me Can only be quieted Under the expansive night sky The waves that crash Against my chest Turn to ripples At the sight of the moon and the stars As they glow And I see myself Bright and shining Nestled beside them In a blanket of soft darkness.