A Glistening Star In The Irish Sky (Tribute To Dolores O'riordan) Poem by R. Ariffin

She was the amulet that calls for the stars to glisten
Under the streaming looms of melancholy
Wet and cold and yet contented
She was the amulet that transfigured me

She wielded her thoughts and persona with awe
Hammering, steering them into beautiful forms
Forlorn and complex and yet regardless
She steered me through amazing poetic storms

She will always be the girl she was when I first saw her
A translator of love and her affections
A glistening star in the Irish sky
A comforter of both hope and disappointments