From where I've been Led

I have peered through dust and windows  
And found my ghosts  
Of self
And segregate  
And of intended maps  
 
I had thought to follow them precisely  
Had thought to live wisely  
Had thought to live so purely  
 
That as snow flakes fell  
And found my lashes  
I believed they would not run away  
 
As I closed my eyes for dream and being  
For finding pleasures far beyond any suffering  
 
Those luxuries of fleeting existence  
Held no permanence in my view  
 
Now my gaze through dirty frame  
Catches a glimpse of my infancy  
And marvels at its comfort  
 
And in my ears  
A rocking chair creaking  
And the riotous sound  
Of cicada summer buzz howl  
 
If I could only know now  
What I did know then  
And still not find warning in their call  
 
I think then my direction  
A magnetic north of stillness and self  
Might be the way to what I've been looking for