I have a magical Labradorite Pebble

Its alive with colour
it seems to glow
though its just a pebble
a stone, you know
its face is cut and polished
and does clearly evoke
a special buzz
but the rest of it
amazes me
from what appears dull
and azure sea
a peacock surfaces
magically
an emanation of sweet celeste
that taunts the retina
I don’t jest
in the moonlight hours
upon my sill
a cornflower lifts
its head, to spill
its colours vivid
in the light
I really love
my Labradorite