An Attempt at a Sonnet

I walk down the steps, into the garden,
Surrounded by roses, climbing so high,
Sunlight falling in rays, like a curtain,
Not a cloud to be seen across the sky.

I breathe in, and count every step taken,
Breath in for eight, hold for eight and release,
Repeat. At the bottom of the steps, awaken,
As the calm, brightening waves of light cease.

I know this is a dream. A dream I made,
To soothe a troubled mind, too full of worry,
It's worked it's self from my waking, frayed
Brain, to my sleeping one, lines become blurry.

When anxiety follows from night into day,
Gardens of roses can't keep it away.