Glow sticks

Synthetic fluorescence 
Depths to the faded glow 
Beauty that has faded 
Like the glow sticks of a child
Tombstones of lights 
That float in tandem 
Captured fireflies 
In the mason jar of sadness  
Lighting up the darkness 
That the hearts of children fear 
Beauty and safety that brings such joy 
Must one day become a grave 
Of forgotten wonder 
Forgotten like souls 
That used to make us laugh and cry 
Souls that used to love and hate 
Souls are like glow sticks 
One day we must all fade