Science is relaxing with a Dragon

 
Its like jetting to a private island
to wash the night in the clean cristae,  
the perfect blackness where I lay
looking into the vastness of space and watch the stars flow,  

I like taking my own brain apart,
each compartment, and picking out the pieces
of universal truth found in each fold,

The pieces that’s so invisible to most
can be put together later on to make a quilt
of all the scientists that have ever called
that curious island their home; wonderful science,
today my island of blackness,
where tomorrow I walk my dragon on the new found road.