Can you please tell me the meaning of this poem?

Question

Between myself and the pine trees on the hill
Thoughts passed, like presents. Unwrapping them, I found words that I, not trees, knew and could afford: lonely, sigh, night.THe pines had given me my seven-year self, but kept their own meaning in the sky.

Now, in exchange of dreams this remote world I still unwrap, identify the presents;and always tired recognition gives way to hope that soon I may find a new, a birthday shape, a seperate essence yielded without threat or deceit, a truthful vocabulary of what is and not.

Vowels turn like wheels:the chariot is empty. Tall burning consonants light the deserted street. unwrapping the world, unwrapping the world where pine trees still say lonely, sigh, night, and refuse, refuse, and their needles of deceit dop in my eyes, i began to write.

Answer 1

sounds like a struggle to master how to comment about the mysterious secret meaning of pine trees! pines trees on a hill hiding a seven-year self identity of the speaker, a dreamer, a loser yielding without threat in garbled empty vowels and burning consonants! a strange orphaned poem in search of its elusive composer!!

Answer 2

Maybe it is about someone who sees his life unravel before him...(Unwrapping them. I found words that I, not trees, knew and could afford: lonely, sigh, night.)
and he slowly sees that he can't change the past but needs to carry on. Then maybe he can't find happiness( violets turn like wheels: the chariot is empty)
So he begins to write how he thinks the world could change.

Answer 3

A sense of loneliness seems to pass in, a hint of depression, though filled with Mother Nature, and a struggle within, waiting for the right words to say, but, one by one, the words are "unwrapped" to not fit in with each other, a strange chain of random words are revealed.

Such a lovely poem it is.

Answer 4

this poem is a metaphor, about the truths and untruths that we all see in the world. about the lies we are made to believe and how lonely it is to actually not be able to say anything against it that the writer can only listen to the "words of the pines and write what's on his mind.

i'm not sure, but that is how i understand the poem.