While the World sleeps I float through the streets at night
Throwing billions of sparks around me
Bejewel the blackened sky
sew them as diamonds on my black mantle.
Thus I create that Mystical Space to give the Inner Self a Universe to fill:
with expectations, ripenings and potential.
For I am the Keeper of the darkened Gateways
of deeper and truer Understanding
As the Mother of Sleep, of Dreams and Death,
I separate Time and create the Immortal Hour
that Magical Space of Mythical Atonement.
(Ina Custers – The Body of Osiris)