Not sure if this makes sense ... and after reading it a few times myself, it still doesn't!

Are you just a voice inside my mind?
Dear Gods, I can only hope not! Then
again, perhaps I am merely a voice
within your mind. Now there's a
pleasant thought!

Just maybe, we are both just voices upon
the winds. White noise to most, but
to some we are more. Imaginary friends
that come and go, fly and soar high
above the clouds.

The thought of floating on the wind,
tis an intriguing thought of course.
Life, sometimes it leaves me in awe
while at others I loathe it with such
fervent passion.

On days where your voice comes through
loud and clear, I hold such whispers
close to my heart.

If we are just voices, that white noise
upon the winds, then perhaps, from
time to time, we can mingle in hushed
whispers and float along with time.